The road to the Cross

In his song,
Ride On To Die,
(Michael Card writes of Christ’s journey to the cross)

Sense the sorrow untold
As you look down the road
At the clamoring crowd drawing near.
Feel the heat of the day,
As you look down the way,
Hear the shouts of Hosanna the King.

Oh, daughter of Zion,
Your time’s drawing near;
Don’t forsake Him. Oh, don’t pass it by.
On the foal of a donkey
As the prophets had said,
Passing by you, He rides on to die.

Soon the thorn-cursed ground
Will bring forth a crown,
And this Jesus will seem to be beaten.
But He’ll conquer alone,
Both the shroud and the stone,
And the prophecies will be completed.

Oh, daughter of Zion,
Your time’s drawing near;
Don’t forsake Him. Oh, don’t pass it by.
On the foal of a donkey
As the prophets had said,
Passing by you, He rides on to die.