Palm Sunday Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken
Palm Sunday
With Palm green branches in our hands
we walked through the streets of Jerusalem
with anticipation and joy in our hearts,
perhaps we can meet him
We stared and watched,
and there he was, Jesus our King!
hosanna, hosanna hail to the King
the crowd was chanting
But that man, that face
sitting there on that donkey
didn't look like a King,
but more like one of us
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