Palm Sunday
Crowds are cheering a humble King,
Even rocks and stones will shout and sing.
Humble Jesus leads the way,
He is King and Lord this day.
Palms are scattered in His path,
Not knowing the gruesome aftermath.
He is the King that sets us free,
To the ways of God, He holds the key.
Riding a donkey He comes in peace,
But Barrabas is the one they will release.
He comes to die, yet comes to give,
He will be killed so we can live.
Still the cheering fills the air,
Hosannas resounding everywhere.
Jesus the King, He comes to save,
Though enemies plot, the palms still wave.
He is the humble King of Kings,
Even the rocks will shout and sing
