Rev. W. Benjamin Boswell: Mark 11:1-11Now to the gate of my Jerusalem,The seething holy city of my heart,The saviour comes. But will I welcome him?Oh crowds of easy feelings make a start;They raise their hands, get caught up in the singing,And think the battle won. Too soon they’ll findThe challenge, the reversal he is bringingChanges their tune. I know what lies behindThe surface flourish that so quickly fades;Self-interest, and fearful guardedness,The hardness of the heart, its barricades,And at the core, the dreadful emptinessOf a perverted temple. Jesus comeBreak my resistance and make me your home.Malcolm Guite, Palm Sunday