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Michael Card |
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Seems the sorrow untold, as you look down the road |
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At the clamoring crowd drawing near |
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Feel the heat of the day, as you look down the way |
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Hear the shouts of Hosanna the King |
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Chorus |
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Oh, daughter of Zion your time's drawing near |
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Don't forsake Him, oh don't pass it by |
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On the foal of a donkey as the prophets had said |
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Passing by you, He rides on to die |
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Come now little foal, though your not very old |
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Come and bear your first burden bravely |
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Walk so softly upon all the coats and the palms |
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Bare the One on your back oh so gently |
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Midst the shouting so loud and the joy of the crowd |
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There is One who is riding in silence |
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For He knows the ones here will be fleeing in fear |
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When their shepherd is taken away |
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Chorus |
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Soon the thorn cursed ground will bring forth a crown |
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And this Jesus will seem to be beaten |
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But He'll conquer alone both the shroud and the stone |
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And the prophesies will be completed |
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Chorus |
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On the foal of a donkey as the prophets had said |
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Passing by you He rides on to die |