The Women
©1993 Susan Noyes Anderson, Star Light, Star Books, Inc.
William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905)
They came to do Him honor,
weary-faced, and
stonily,
their footsteps traced
the path
to where He lay.
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They came to do Him honor,
weary-faced, and
stonily,
their footsteps traced
the path
to where He lay.
I.
Christ, our glorious Elder Brother
Noble, perfect, free from sin
Firstborn Son of Heavenly Father
In all things like unto Him
Jerusalem, He entered like a King.
with shouts of acclamation, fronds of palm.
But these gave way to fear, and none were with Him.
To His stripes, loving hands applied no balm.