Palm Sunday
I lift my palm and shout your name,
Hosana I'll never be the same,
The crowds shouted and praised you,
Then later said you were not true,
I know you're my God and you I will serve,
I'm so sorry for all I do wrong and death is what I deserve.
Hi everyone,
I'll be hanging around. Check back.
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