You borrowed a donkey's colt
for your triumphant entry and returned it
Then, you cursed the fig tree, made it wither,
because it did not bear fruit
And as you entered Jerusalem's temple,
you redirected foot traffic and household goods reinstating Your Dad's house of prayer
By trickery and intent, the scribes, elders, and chief priests came to you
their intent spiritual treason
But you saw their hearts and knew of their hypocrisy,
and so, you blasted through their questions
With parables and determined force, you showed that love was
your greatest intent and our primary eternal calling
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