The king, in peace, rides on an ass' foal.
The crowd, in joy, calls David's son to save
Them now. They could not see that God's great goal
Would lead that Son from triumph to the grave.
He went into His house, the unknown Lord
And, flamed with righteous wrath to see it wronged,
He cleansed and cleared it. He would not afford
Dishonor place where all the prayerful thronged.
Thus twice unseen that first day of the week -
For what he was, was hated by the wise;
Loved for what he was not yet there to seek -
The coming week would bring still more surprise.
The calls of welcom soon to hate would turn
As with pure love for all his heart would burn.
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