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HOSANNA

In the heat of the day a crowd of
people gather in multitudes
throughout the city of Jerusalem.

The city is so packed that you're literally
standing shoulder to shoulder with your
neighbor.

An ever so strong scent of camel, sheep
and other cattle can be smelled
through the air.

While looking through the heat waves
you can vaguely see the king and his
entourage approaching from a
distance.

Brothers and sisters begin to sing from
their rooftops and wave palm branches
out their windows; they're even dancing
on their balconies.

As the rejoicing throughout Jerusalem
intensifies you can feel the holy spirit
trembling through the soles of your
feet.

The crowd gets into an uproar as the king
enters the city, riding on a donkey and
healing all those to whom he lay hands
upon.

People in multitudes lay pieces of their
garments alongside chopped palm branches
in front of the king's path.

The crowd shouts out in cheers hosanna!
Hosanna to the son of David! Blessed is he
that cometh in the name of the Lord;
Hosanna in the highest.


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