Lyrical Riffs At the moment smiles fizz across their faces, their eyes alight with hope, songs on their lips and arms raised in triumph. In a few days tears with steam those same faces, and sobs will burst from their anguished mouths. Their hopes dashed as they watch in horror. The hero they hailed on Palm Sunday is now a broken and captured Good Friday man, forced to carry death on his shoulder as he hauls himself up Calvary’s hill. Being led away to the Hill of the Skull where he will be killed. Enthroned on a shameful cross. They had imagined one road to hope, but they cannot for now see that this Calvary road is another way he is choosing. A different, unimagined way of hope.
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