A triumphant entry was not denied,
Upon a donkey’s colt He did ride,
A journey made to turn the tide,
Against death He would preside.
Upon a cross He was placed,
Nails in hands and feet to debase,
Laid in a tomb in great haste,
Jewish leaders, their joy misplaced.
Three days passed, the women went,
To anoint His body, their intent,
Within the tomb His body absent,
A risen Savior, as God had meant.
His father’s will He did obey,
God’s loving grace He did convey,
His sacrifice would ultimately display,
Death’s hold on us has fallen away.
