Into the village Jesus sends two,
A prophet's word has come to pass,
The instrument which was spoken through,
Behold, thy Meek King, riding upon an ass,
Hosanna son of David, the people cry,
Spreading garments and branches as he passes by,
Into Jerusalem he rides, many ask who is he,
The prophet, Jesus, from Nazareth of Galilee,
The multitudes of the city were excitingly stirred,
Unknown, they were in the midst of the Living Word,
One day, a great multitude, will sing psalms,
Before the throne of the Lamb, holding palms,
Arrayed in white robes, of every tribe, tongue, and nation,
Praising God and the Lamb, for their Salvation,