The Clip-Clop Beat

(Palm Sunday)

To the clip-clop beat of the donkey's feet
Everybody sing your praises to the King
As the people shout and the stones cry out
Everybody sing your praises to the King
Everybody sing your praises to the King

"Go into the village," said Jesus to his friends
“And Find a colt that's never had a rider
And if the owner asks, just say the colt is for me
And that's the only reason you've untied her"

So they went into the village, and found the donkey colt
And led it back to Jesus like he told them
They took their coats and put them like a saddle on its back
And Jesus headed off towards Jerusalem

Some laid their coats before him, like a carpet on the street
While others cut down palms along the way
And laid them on the road, as well, to make a leafy lane
Then voices raised as one began to say

"Blessed is the one who comes here in God's name
Hosanna in the highest, sing his praise
Who brings the promised kingdom of David to his own
Sing and shout, our God’s come to save!”

But some religious leaders were not pleased with what they saw
"Tell them to be quiet!" they complained
"If all my friends were silenced," said Jesus with a smile
"The rocks would sing instead, and praise God's name"

Everybody sing
As the people shout and the stones cry out
Everybody sing your praises to the King