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 blare of 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 mob! "Hosanna In the Highest!", they cried! I strained my neck to see a real king in purple robes, the nation's pride! The exultant 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, this King of Kings, rode a lowly donkey as His means of transportation! I was told that a prophet Zecharia said He'd ride one for His triumphal celebration! As He passed by 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 hath 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'll forever follow that good man from Galilee! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved