Lyrics
for palm sunday
the father's own, the son of man
the chosen seed, the promised land
as hoofbeats stir the dust and sand
all leading here like it was planned
the future known, the will was free
the moments grave with mystery
and from the hill above i see
along the way they wait for me
they spread each branch as in i ride
but moments long i stood outside
from manger stall in bethlehem
to weep outside jerusalem
too many thoughts now coming clear
to where they hoped god would appear
the feast at hand draws ever near
a dusty brow, a lonesome tear
i see them lost like wandering sheep
i see the fears that strike them deep
and david's star now growing dim
hangs weeping for jerusalem
and those i pass on crowded streets
in passing glances chances meet
the lives apart but side by side
along these endless miles we ride
in shopping malls, in grocery aisles
in ancient stares and changing styles
i look beyond each frozen frame
and see these sheep lost just the same
the dust replaced by asphalt black
to pave the way that takes me back
each step composing one more hymn
i'll weep in song jerusalem