Voices shouting out in praise,
Branches and cloaks laid on the way
To herald the approach of their true king.
Through all those upheld hands,
They couldn’t see His plan
To be the ultimate pure offering.

How often have our noble dreams
Been going swimmingly, it seems,
When suddenly they derail with a great crash.
All progress has been lost,
At far too great a cost,
And we are left with handfuls of cold ash.

We could wallow in our pain and rage
And lock ourselves inside a cage
Of bitterness, resentment and despair;
Or remember that he sees
The fruits in eternity
Of our current struggles, toils and prayers.

So in that hopeful context, try to see and understand
That your pain is part of an almighty plan;
So as you play your role,
It grows and shapes your soul,
To be ready to embrace the great I AM.