Une Minute avec Marie
Faire connaître et aimer Marie
Little did I think, my Son, that one day I would see you thus, Little would I have believed, Even seeing that wild, ungodly crowd With treacherous hands outstretched to you, Their children still have the word “hosanna” on their lips And strewn palms along the road still remind us Of the ecstatic enthusiasm of their acclamations. Why then, this change of heart? I must know why! How can it be that they must crucify My Son and Lord like this?