HOSANNA
He overlooked Jerusalem,
Wept for her darkness and sin.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
How I long to gather you in.
He walked down the hill, mounted the colt,
And rode into the town.
If the people had not thronged the road
The stones would have cried out.
Hosanna, hosanna, praise to the King of Kings.
Hosanna, hosanna, praise and honor bring.
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
He climbed the steps to the upper room,
His task almost complete.
One more mystery to reveal
Before Gethsemane.
He broke the bread and raised the cup
Doing as he must do.
This is my body and my blood
Broken and spilt for you.
Hosanna, hosanna, praise to the King of Kings.
Hosanna, hosanna, praise and honor bring.
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
When he looked upon the cross
He didn't see the shame.
Instead, a people born again
By believing on his name.
Ransomed per his Father's plan
With his own precious blood,
And raised with him in righteousness
To sit in heaven above.
Hosanna, hosanna, praise to the King of Kings.
Hosanna, hosanna, praise and honor bring.
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
©Martha Garren 01/94
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Joyworx of Martha Garren
