I don't believe this entourage
That's gathered here around this colt
Procured for me to ride today
To celebrate the arrival of my friends and I
I can't believe how much it's grown
This throng that always follows me
Twelve of mine the best of men
My mother, brother, friends of kin
I'm more amazed at hundreds now
Who gather for a touch and prayer
To hear the spoken words of hope
To hear the parables I speak
If they only knew what must befall
Before this Holy Week will end
My arrival will just begin the start
Of the passion to be bestowed on me
If they could only see inside
The future visions that I've seen
Would even make the strongest shake
Of plans and fate I must endure
To Jerusalem we go, my band and I
For Passover at a table yet unknown
But still there things that must be done
Before it's time for the repast
Now inside the city walls
After entering through the water gate
There to cleanse my soul and feet
After miles and miles of dusty road
Then a commotion caught my ear
As I proceed on my way
To find some people all with stones
To hurl at some maiden there
Some elder comes and beckons me
As Rabbi, tell us we're in the right
As written down in Moses' Law
That for her sin she must be stoned
I answer that the law is right
And should be punished for her sins
But let those among you free of sin
Be the first to judge by stones
To the temple we progress
But find the going slow and rough
Blocked by money changer stands
Till I could take their sin no more
I said you took my father's house
And turned it to a den of thieves
So I turned the tables one by one
To dump the contents on the floor
Of course it caught the local eyes
Of the sees of power there
They more than hope for my demise
And start their plans to have me killed