A Final Pause In Lent

It’s going to be a busy Palm Sunday. This morning, I shall be taking my Sunday School class. At mid-day. I am going with Bob as he conducts a service in our little Cemetery, a memorial for a friend from the village who has died. Later in the afternoon, we shall be going to Cornerstones – our ‘other’ home – and we plan to rest, and to meet up with family and friends.

Children praising, a friend dying, rest and reunion.

As I thought about that, it seemed to tie in with the verses of this great old song.  Palm Sunday, Good Friday, Heaven

Last night I lay a-sleeping
There came a dream so fair,
I stood in old Jerusalem
Beside the temple there.

I heard the children singing,
And ever as they sang
Methought the voice of angels
From heaven in answer rang,
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Lift up your gates and sing,
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna to your King!

And then methought my dream was changed,
The streets no longer rang.
Hushed were the glad Hosannas
The little children sang.

The sun grew dark with mystery,
The morn was cold and chill,
As the shadow of a cross arose
Upon a lonely hill,
Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Hark! How the angels sing,
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna to your King!

And once again the scene was changed,
New earth there seemed to be.
I saw the Holy City
Beside the tideless sea.

The light of God was on its streets,
The gates were open wide,
And all who would might enter,
And no one was denied.
No need of moon or stars by night,
Or sun to shine by day;
It was the new Jerusalem
That would not pass away,

Jerusalem! Jerusalem!
Sing for the night is o'er!
Hosanna in the highest!
Hosanna forevermore!

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[btw I am not suggesting that ‘going to Norfolk’ equates to ‘going to heaven’ – although Norfolk is a very pleasant place!!]

Thanks again to Floss, for initiating these Lent pauses – yet again, I’ve found the posts of the other bloggers really inspiring and thought-provoking as we prepare for Easter.