Hosanna To Christ the King

A herald announced the joyous news that a king was to visit my hometown! Jerusalem was abuzz anticipating seeing a royal king wearing a regal crown! I could visualize his majesty arriving on a prancing Arabian steed, Or being borne upon a lavishly bespangled camel of exceptional breed! I'd also heard that kings were borne in magnificent coaches gilt with gold, And that with great pomp and blaring trumpets their procession was foretold! This I wanted to see so I joined the milling throng and got a curbside seat. Thousands of jubilant celebrants lined both sides of the city's dusty street! "Here He comes!" shouted the crowd! "Hosanna In The Highest!" they cried! I strained my neck hoping to see a king clad in purple robes, a nations pride! The crowd spread their cloaks and waved palm fronds along the mews. Shouting "Hosanna To Christ The King! The promised Messiah of Good News!" This king wore a simple gown and rode a donkey for His transportation! (A prophet, Zecharia, said He'd ride one for this triumphal celebration!) As he passed I fell to my knees! He looked directly at ME, smiled and waved! From that moment I became His disciple; straight paths for me He has paved! The man next to me said, "This Man, this King, was born in a stable cave, And that of His power to heal the ailing, blind and lame He freely gave!" Unlike earthly kings He even promised eternal life for a sinner like me! From this day forward I will forever follow that Good Man from Galilee! Robert L. Hinshaw