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With palms in hand, O Christ, I’ll follow you

Into Jerusalem and see you weep

Because of what great sinners did and do.

My vigil in the garden I will keep.

I’ll watch as you sweat drops of blood and pray.

I’ll go into the supper and I’ll take

The cup, with the disciples I will stay

And watch as you the bread of Easter break.

But then . . . Lord, is it I? Will I depart

And go out in the bitterness of night

With greed, envy, and hatred in my heart

To meet with those who do what is not right?

I know with the disciples I remain

Yet fled away from you and all your pain.