Hosanna's Parade

(Solo)

Walking down the ancient trail,

Stories told in every breath,

Echoes of a path so frail,

Leading to a quest for faith.

Near Jerusalem, the journey begins,

Mount of Olives as their guide,

Quiet whispers of old sins,

Hoping in a humble ride.

They untie a colt, a simple grace,

Carrying dreams on a humble beast,

Hearts filled with hopes, shadows they chase,

On sacred ground, where faith's released.

Hosanna in the highest sky,

Light of salvation shining bright,

Cloaks laid down, green branches fly,

Praising with all their might.

Glory to the Lord on High,

Cleansing wounds, making spirits new,

Through the streets, the people cry,

A song of love so pure and true.

Crowds gather, voices rise,

A wave of joy and anticipation,

History unfolding before their eyes,

A moment of divine relation.

The path is narrow, the journey deep,

Faith in every heart that beats,

Promises that they will keep,

Amidst the crowd, love greets.

Walking with hope through ancient lands,

Hands held high, spirits grand,

Forever etched in time's sands,

The story of a Savior's stand.

(Solo)