We lay our palms down, dear Lord
We cast them in your way
We shout hosannas loud, dear Lord
Don't you love our grand display?
What, dear Lord, desert you?
Never, never, nay
Just listen how we praise you
Just listen how we pray
We shall deny you, dear Lord
Before the cock crows thrice?
But, that's already been done once, Lord
And it wasn't very nice
Don't you want our palms, dear Lord?
We thought you'd be impressed
Are all our words vain repetitions
And all our gestures merely jest?
You mean there's still a cross to bear
There's still a bitter cup?
And we must join you at Calvary
If we're to sit with you and sup?
Then let us go with thee, dear Lord
With courage and stout heart
And see the Cross as not the end
But simply as a start
Of something good