ASH SUNDAY
Hail, Lord!
You come victorious on a donkey!
Hail, Glorious King!
You break the backs of our oppressors!
Thrown down your path, the leaves of palms
our hands have grasped
Give us a sign of your coming victory!
So you gathered our hopes up and,
burning them with fire,
took ash and oil and,
crossing,
killed us