He passed our city gates that day,
We wanted Him to stay;
But His face was set toward Jerusalem,
Which was on the dusty way.
It seemed He was “too good” for us,
For that was what we thought;
For why would He not stay with us?
But choose THAT city’s lot?
So we would not allow His entrance
Within our city gates,
If that was what He wanted, well..
Then THAT would be His fate!”
It was not until the next few days
We found the reason why;
It wasn’t for His pleasure,
He was heading there to die.
We did not know, How could we know?
He never said a thing!
And now we suffer much regret,
For shutting out our King!
We banned Him when He needed us,
And a place to lay His head,
For a final resting place with friends,
Before He would be dead;
My friends, if Jesus passes by,
Please never do the same.
And make the same mistake we made,
Upon that fateful day.
Oh, woe is us, for now He’s gone!
Some say He rose again,
And if He has, then let us go
And let Him enter in!