Waving our palm leaves for victory we plead
Weary of bondage and longing for peace
From Roman oppression we ache for release
He comes on a donkey, no symbol of force
Spurning our wishes, He follows His course
Peace is His highway, salvation His aim
By putting to death our sin and our shame
To dance on His highway, palms in our hand
Free and forgiven, this He has planned
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