These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

The Tuesday of Holy Week

He rode in on a donkey's foal,
and now before the "storm"
this day confronting leaders' souls,
incited the coming harm.

He preached on Olivet of what
would soon attend Jerusalem.
Destruction and His Coming taught
the fall of Israel's greatest gem.

Confronting the leaders in their place
of greatest strength and rule
brought anger for His words' disgrace,
that painted each a fool.

The temple brought the Pharisees
the greatest pride of heart.
"The Barren Fig Tree" His decree
His Honor they'd depart.

This Jesus never sinned at all.
His strong words spoke no miss.
Elect ones heard the inner call.
No enemy deigned to kiss.

The spotless Lamb is Jesus Christ.
Not sinning, He was bold.
He spoke the words that set the price,
His Death as He foretold.

Unkind He'd be by modern sense.
Unkindness is not sin.
So, speaking Truth, He did not mince,
still pure to Vict'ry win.

Their culture known. He caused His death
by placing on the cross
each sin He paid to His last breath.
Salvation without dross.

Arising He on the third day
to never die, again.
This Son of God in great display,
redeemed His chosen men.

The move was made in Tuesday's peace.
He spoke words hard to bear.
In days to come, man's words released,
"(Fie!) Crucify Him (there)!"

by Jay O’Toole
on April 15th, 2025