As foretold by the prophet,
He approached on the back of a donkey.
The humble king,
Messiah the promised one,
Singing and praising ascending to the sky,
A joyful crowd..
Hosanna, Hosanna hail to the king!
But He knew this would all
Change sudden as the wind,
He knew his mission.
Take the blows for their transgressions,
Sink to the plase where they belong.
Preach for those who wait to burn,
Crush the snake and then return.
Via Dolorosa
The price YOU could not pay,
Immanuel, Messiah the one God choose to slay.
Deeply distressed,
And sorrowful unto death,
He fell on his face and prayed:
"Father if it is your will
Remove this cup from me;
Nevertheless not my will,
But yours be done."
In his agony He prayed more earnestly
And his sweat become like blood,
Falling to the ground.
(Hunted down Son of God!)
Brought to trial, for that He had not done,
Killed for the crime of beeing thier saviour.
He was sacrificed for you and me.
He had to carry his own cross
To the hill of sacrifice,
Stumbling feet, fadeing eyes.
They pierced his flesh.
He was nailed to the cross.
"ELI! ELI! LEMA SABACHTHANI"
Why have you forsaken me?
Father forgive them,
For they know not what they do!
The mocking crowd insaulting their God:
"Get down from your cross, help yourself helper!"
The sky turned dark
Then its creator was about to give up his breath.
"Father, in your hands I commit my spirit.
It is finished!"
But after three days in the grave He saw the sun,
The deal was done, the fight was won.
In death He overcame.
Go out and preach his name, He is God!!!!
Glorious! Risen! KING!