Hosannah
           a cry of happiness
           a joyful noise

Hosannah
            they do not know, as Jesus does, what is to come

Hosannah
            they think he will make war,
            bring the enemy death
            and they will rise triumphant

Hosannah
            in essence rescue us
            imbued with a sense of urgency, now

Hosannah
             the noise of the people swells
             though the palm branches muffle the pace of the colt to the cross

Hosannah
            again, we plead now
            an internal hush hidden
            in the bright cacophony of day

Hosannah
            our own path through
            the silent doorway of the tomb