Palm Suday poem

Fat from the madding rowdy crowds
with you I long to be.
Away from noise and music loud
My soul desires to pray.

As palms were waved  and smiles blazed free
Jesus came to town.
Yet soon a different sight they'd see...
And hear the deathly groans.

From joy to woe we humans pass
From one hour to  the next.
For sins and troubles do harass...
And our dear hearts are vexed...

Yet we are told that in the end
Love will outdo death..
And so we beg for grace to lend
To us the strength to last.