They waved palm branches as He passed
And hailed Him as their King;
Yet, they knew not of the sorrow
The coming week would bring.
The glad acclaim would soon give way
To jeers and mockery;
In Pilate's court He'd be condemned
To a cross on Calvary.
But Jesus knew He was the price
In God's redemptive plan,
The Sacrificial Lamb come down
To die for sins of man.
The centuries have passed and still
He seeks those lost in sin,
Pleading with unyielding hearts
To repent and follow Him.
On this day we shout our praise,
O, let us not delay;
The palm-strewn path of long ago
Still leads to Him today.
poem written by Kay Hoffman
And hailed Him as their King;
Yet, they knew not of the sorrow
The coming week would bring.
The glad acclaim would soon give way
To jeers and mockery;
In Pilate's court He'd be condemned
To a cross on Calvary.
But Jesus knew He was the price
In God's redemptive plan,
The Sacrificial Lamb come down
To die for sins of man.
The centuries have passed and still
He seeks those lost in sin,
Pleading with unyielding hearts
To repent and follow Him.
On this day we shout our praise,
O, let us not delay;
The palm-strewn path of long ago
Still leads to Him today.
poem written by Kay Hoffman
Greetings to my Christian friends on this holy day.
Love you,
Me
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