It’s fashion week in Jerusalem.
Behold! Your king is coming to you
riding down the catwalk.
The people spread their garments in his path:
Who are you wearing?
Who are you wearing?
Hosanna in the highest!
Costume change.
They lead him down the catwalk
(carpeted in red by his spilt blood)
dressed in purple robe
and crown of thorns,
and then once more in his own attire.
See now! Buy now!
The guards cast lots
to auction off his clothes,
Strike a pose!
One more time,
he changes clothes—
this time for a linen cloth.
O Christ!
you fashion grace
and clothe us in your righteousness.
May we model love
as you once did.
