In the gentle glow of a rising day,
Amidst whispers of ancient prophecy’s sway,
Came He, the King, in humble grace,
Entering Jerusalem’s sacred space.
Palm branches waved in joyful cheer,
As hearts awakened and faith drew near;
“Hosanna!” cried the gathered throng,
For in His presence, hope grew strong.
On a modest colt, He rode with might,
A symbol of peace in the morning light,
Fulfilling words once softly told,
Of a Savior coming, brave and bold.
The streets were lined in vibrant display,
Where tears of joy and praise held sway;
The people’s voices rose as one,
A triumph song for the Holy Son.
In every step, divine love was cast,
A promise of salvation meant to last;
The weight of sin began to lift,
As time and sorrow found their shift.
Jerusalem’s walls echoed the refrain,
Of miracle and mercy that would sustain;
The King of kings had come to restore,
A broken world, forevermore.
So let this day be etched in our hearts,
A reminder that every journey starts
With humble hope and faith’s embrace
The triumphant entry, a gift of grace.
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