Verse 1 Morning climbs the walls, gates are open wide Dust along the road where hopes for victory ride Every heart whispers, “This could be the day” Freedom up ahead as the crowd begins to sway Cloaks lay like carpet where the teacher goes Children running on ahead with branches in their hands Voices rise like thunder rolling through the land— “Blessings to the King! The throne will be His own!” Chorus Hosanna in the highest, hear the people cry Palms announce his coming beneath the open sky They think the end is near, that Rome will fall today But Heaven’s marching softly in a very different way King of glory coming on a borrowed donkey ride Not a steed of conquest, but the peace no sword can buy Voices singing praises, all proclaim his fame— But it’s a different kind of victory, coming in his name Verse 2 The words of prophets past, centuries before Saw a humble King arriving at Jerusalem’s door Not with chariots or swords, thundering in might But gentle as the morning, bringing endless light The donkey walks along, faithful to its call A sign of peace and promise coming soon to all The crowd cries “Save us! Save us!”, voices lifted high But the saving they will witness extends beyond their cry Chorus Hosanna in the highest, hear the people cry Palms announce his coming beneath the open sky They think the end is near, that Rome will fall today But Heaven’s marching softly in a very different way King of glory coming on a borrowed donkey ride Not a steed of conquest, but the peace no sword can buy Voices singing praises, all proclaim his fame— But it’s a different kind of victory, is coming in his name Bridge Passover is coming, lambs will soon be slain Stories of deliverance whispered once again From the blood on ancient doorposts to a hill not far away God is writing freedom in a deeper, wider way Not only for one people, standing all alone But every tribe and nation He has called His own Every age and exile, every captive soul Every broken story made forever whole The waving palms now echo through all time— A moment now in history was the Father’s grand design Chorus Hosanna in the highest, hear the people cry Palms announce his coming beneath the open sky They think the end is near, that Rome will fall today But Heaven’s marching softly in a very different way King of glory coming on a borrowed donkey ride Not a steed of conquest, but the peace no sword can buy Voices singing praises, all proclaim his fame— But it’s a different kind of victory, coming in his name Outro So lay your fears before Him, where the palm leaves fall The humble King of peace has come to save us all.
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