If silenced were these worshippers
Then stones themselves’d cry out
To glorify their God and King
They’d give a mighty shout
And even now the hearts of stone
Which have been turned to flesh
Are lifting praises to His name
To glorify afresh
In olden days they brought out palms
To welcome in the King
But soon they’d find that they had got
A new kind of saving
So while today the people sing
In short time cheers will die
Replaced with curses, taunts, and jeers
Demands to crucify
And Savior, God, and Perfect Man
Will go up to the hill
Where time and space will meet at crux
And holy blood will spill