Met by everyone with palm leaves in their hands

Screaming, shouting, asking for Your attention 

It seems just a glimpse of You would made them satisfied

The smile and excitement on your face reflects on theirs

You meant no harm 

You ministered

With everyone who wants to be ministered

You knew it would end 

You were betrayed by one of your closest friends

He sold you for 30 pieces of silver

Still you called him friend 

You gathered them to have your last supper

Whatever You have You shared it to them

The bread that symbolizes your body to be broken

The wine that symbolizes your blood to be shed for us

You prayed to Your Father

Asked to get the cup from Your hands

But in the end submitted to Him

You let His will to be done

You were arrested

Battered

Crowned with thorns

Crucified for me and died for me

But it did not end there

You waged a war against the grave 

And on the third day You rose again

and will never ever die again.