Seems the sorrow untold, as you look down the roadAt the clamoring crowd drawing nearFeel the heat of the day, as you look down the wayHear the shouts of Hosanna the King ChorusOh, daughter of Zion your time's drawing nearDon't forsake Him, oh don't pass it byOn the foal of a donkey as the prophets had saidPassing by you, He rides on to die Come now little foal, though your not very oldCome and bear your first burden bravelyWalk so softly upon all the coats and the palmsBare the One on your back oh so gently Midst the shouting so loud and the joy of the crowdThere is One who is riding in silenceFor He knows the ones here will be fleeing in fearWhen their shepherd is taken away Chorus Soon the thorn cursed ground will bring forth a crownAnd this Jesus will seem to be beatenBut He'll conquer alone both the shroud and the stoneAnd the prophesies will be completed ChorusOn the foal of a donkey as the prophets had saidPassing by you He rides on to die
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