I take my coat and lay it down My comfort; my warmth becomes a hallelujah on the ground I take this possession; my security and surrender it to him My dignity; my pride; rise and twist to shouts of wondering.
Oh breath find voice. Oh soul resound. Oh daughter, Zion; see.
I tear a branch and hold it in high My future abandoned more with each moment passing by The swell of green and shout; surrender my vain expectant hope to him I hear my voice raise shout, “hosanna, hosanna to my king”
Oh breath find voice. Oh soul resound. Oh daughter, Zion; see.
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