The Palm Sunday

The Palm Sunday short poem

Jerusalem exults with joy:

Behold ye Christ the King!

He is the only true envoy

Elohim’s. Let us sing

The chants of faithfulness and love,

True Love of ether high,

Whose herald is the peaceful dove;

Turn hearts to Jesus: aye!

Men of the world, praise Him, rejoice

And bring Him precious gifts

And listen to His assertive voice

And live in grace and thrift.

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Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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This could be a Worship Song. Hallelujah!

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A poem about faith and joy ..Refreshing!

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