We waved fresh palms above our heads;
Our welcomes and hosannas rang;
A call to joy and jubilee,
To the man we thought would set us free.
We stood beneath your cross of sorrow,
Our heads bowed low, our hearts afraid.
A call to suffering and to death,
For the man we prayed would set us free.
The man we let die on the cross,
Yet see, the grain that fell to ground,
Has brought our Christ;
Our joy is found.
Lift us high above the cross
A call to joy, to jubilee;
Wave your palm to welcome us
To the Christ who sets us free.
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