Six days before Passover

Martha moved among the guests Lazarus sat alive

The grave had lost a neighbor The house had gained

him back Then Mary came with spiking heart A costly

pound to pour The whole house filled with fragrance

A love no measure hid She poured it at his

feet And wiped them with her hair The whole house

filled with fragrance While burial waited near Honor

understood an hour

We'll be right back.

But charity concealed a thief The bag had known his hand

Jesus guarded Mary's act Against my burial Has she kept

this?

The whole house filled with fragrance A love no measure hid

She poured it at his feet And wiped them with her

hair The whole house filled with fragrance While burial

waited near Honor understood an hour The others

could not hear

We'll be right

The rulers planned another death For Lazarus had become

A living road for many hearts To trust the living

Son Hosanna!

Blessed is the King of Israel Palms rose above the road

The city hailed its king

In the name of the Lord, the King of Israel comes.

A young ass bore him forward, no war horse, no display.

Fear not, daughter of Zion, behold thy king, the scriptures say.

The disciples miss the meaning while branches cross the sky.

After glory, memory join the written word and sign

Hosanna! Blessed is the King of Israel

Palms rose above the road The city answered Israel

Hosanna!

Blessed is he who comes In the name of the Lord

The King of Israel comes Those who stood at

Bethany When Lazarus heard the call Kept telling how the tomb

released The one once bound in cloth The witness drew the

multitude The multitude drew fear The fragrance and the palms both

said The hour was drawing near The Pharisees looked

on Perceive how nothing prospers Behold

the world is gone after Him.