PALM SUNDAY 1977
We lay our palms down , dear Lord
We cast them in your way
We shout Hosannas loud, dear Lord
Can't you see 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 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.