"The streets of Jerusalem stirred like a festival waking from winter. Suddenly, cloaks and branches littered the dusty road. The crowd that now surged into the millions, bore witness as many shouted: "Hosanna to the Son of David!" Children squealed. Elders wept. Merchants paused. Donkeys brayed. And in the center of it all... a carpenter's son came riding into the city on a borrowed colt, with His eyes set like flint.
This King of Kings did not come with a sword in his hand. He did not come with a royal entourage…but He came with prophecy and purpose. The cheering crowd had no idea ..."