His hands touched the blind man
his hands touched the leper
his hands reached for people
caught up in a world of darkness.

Now Palm Sunday comes
hosannas fill the air,
but He knew the road
would lead Him elsewhere.

A cross of wood, a crown of thorns
Betrayal and those horrid spikes,
pierce the hands that wrought
love and kindness here on earth.

Easter is not about the eggs,
but about the love of God
giving up his only son
to pay a price that was not his.

To pay a debt for me,
to pay a debt for all
This is ever ever true
he died and rose for all.