We gather 'round to sing
One morning bright in spring.
Palm branches wave and swing
All praises to the King of Kings.
Upon a donkey He doth ride;
Upon a foal He sits astride.
The lowly creature carries Christ -
His eyes with mine collide.
His eyes speak words of comfort;
They tell me I must persevere.
To keep the faith and trust His Word,
His silent message - this I hear.
As we proceed our praises ring,
Up front I see the King of Kings.
He holds the humble gifts we bring;
He offers hope this brightened spring.
by Julie Dunlap 4-19-2011
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