Visions of hope having swept the masses,
Seizing the time before it passes, now,
Vowing devotion as you reverently bow.

Locked the quest of your own survival,
Longing to share in the King’s arrival, wait,
Rushing to meet them as they pass through the gate.

Kingdom pressed to fit the mold,
Riding a colt foretold of old,
Anxious to see Messiah’s wrath,
Laying branches in His path.

Chorus:   Hosanna, Hosanna, Hosanna in the highest.

Wind driven fire roaring on the fringes,
Determined to see that the King avenges, the land,
From the clutches of tyranny’s hand.

His coming you did not recognize,
And now it is hidden from your eyes,
Feeling betrayed, with all those plans that you’ve made.

Proclaiming the King has come to die,
A truth your hearts will not apply,
Hearing the babbling of a fool,
You will not have this Man to rule.

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