Ride on!

Palm Sunday

Ride on, ride on, the time is right:
the roadside crowds scream with delight;
Palm branches mark the pilgrim way
Where beggars squat and children play.

Ride on, ride on, your critics wait,
intrigue and rumour circulate;
New lies abound in word and jest,
And trust becomes a suspect guest.

Ride on, ride on, while well aware
that those who shout and wave and stare,
Are mortals who, with common breath,
Can crave for life and lust for death.

Ride on, ride on, though blind with tears,
though dumb to speak and deaf to jeers.
Your path is clear, though few can tell
Their garments pave the road to hell.

Ride on, ride on, the room is let,
the wine matured, the saw is whet;
And dice your death-throes shall attend
Though faith, not fate, dictates your end.

Ride on, ride on, God’s love demands.
Justice and peace lie in your hands.
Evil and angels’ voices rhyme:
This is the man and this the time.

Hymn Text "Ride on, ride on" by John Bell and Graham Maule © WGRG from 'Enemy of Apathy' https://www.wildgoose.scot/product/enemy-of-apathy-bk/