The donkey
bearing my Lord!
A reminder
for the jubilant crowd,
Of an
ancient prophecy coming around,
Behold a
King lowly and not proud,
In Jerusalem
today He will be found.
Up the
magnificent city,
Perched high
up and lofty,
My King
majestic and mighty,
Reigns over
all principality,
I am
bestowed with sanctity.
Forever with
palm fronds,
Our King we cheer
in throngs,
With harp,
lyre, cymbal and drums,
He lovingly
distributed His shares,
We all have
a claim of Jerusalem.
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