The irony of Palm Sunday

The same people who waved their palms of praise and  adoration

Would cry out for my crucifixion and my utter desecration

I knew that this would happen and that   it was all supposed to be

So I   embraced it all most willingly and readied for  Calvary

It isn't the hip hip hurray that I seek and want from  you

But rather a loving heart and those hidden things you do 

For one day a person can praise you and another day tear you down

If you would be My disciple..  let your loyalty be your sound

The fakeness of it all I knew and would  let it all begin

They waved their hands and palms but I knew the price of sin

Hail hail, the mighty King :  the song they spread around

Would be followed  up  by a chorus,  that had Me tortured  and cruelly bound.

It isn't the hip hip hurray that I seek and want from  you

But rather a loving heart and those hidden things you do 

For one day a person can praise you and another day tear you down

If you would be My disciple,  let your loyalty be your sound

I went from all of those festivities  to the days of Calvary

I experienced the greatest excitement then was left abandoned as can be

I let it all happened ...I tell you . .I could have stopped it, at any time

But then you wouldn't have  had your Heaven or promise of salvation sublime

It isn't the hip hip hurray that I seek and want from  you

But rather a loving heart and those hidden things you do 

For one day a person can praise you and another day tear you down

If you would be My disciple..  let your loyalty be your sound