Right upon a humble colt,

The King rod; the Saviour indeed.

In branches spread upon the way,

Hosannas rang, a jubilant display.

The crowd amassed, their voices raised,

With cloaks they paved, their hearts ablaze.

Blessed is He, who comes to reign,

Hosannas echo, a joyous refrain.

Yet in the midst of celebration's swell,

A deeper truth, the Savior foretell.

Not a king of earthly throne,

But a servant's heart, to be shown.

For within this triumph, a path revealed,

Of sacrifice and love unconcealed.

The palms that wave, a fleeting sign,

Of the greater glory, the grand design.

So let us journey, with hearts prepared,

To walk with Him, our burdens shared.

For on this Palm Sunday, we recall,

The King of kings, who gave His all.

In humble adoration, we bow low,

To the One who chose the path to go.

Hosanna in the Highest, we sing,

To Christ our Lord, eternal King.