That Glad Colt

Lowly colt, wild and unruly,
you did not buck or bray 
when the Lord had need of you.

Isn’t that the way
all creation should respond
when met with heaven’s Son?

The beast of burden bends its will,
the waves and wind subdue.
Oh, Jerusalem! How your King 
weeps for you!

That glad colt bore holy fare
from that dear Olivet.
The palms were broken underfoot
while moneychangers pollute
the house of prayer.

Oh men, do you not know
what makes for peace?
He comes triumphantly.
His colt is trodding 
through your streets.