Palm Sunday

Excited crowds with fresh palm leaves, Wave them and call Him King. They pledge allegiance to their Lord As sweet hosannas ring. They cannot know the coming days Will fill their hearts with dread. Before five days have past, their king Will be betrayed and dead. Parishioners on this Sunday Hold palm leaves as we sing. Although we know on Friday they Will crucify our King. But we know the end of story, On Easter He arose. He ascended into Heaven Astounding friends and foes. He suffered all without protest, Forgave us on the tree. He conquered death forever when He died for you and me. won 5th