Not because the donkey was strongest or best
It wasn’t yet a white steed, to tower over the rest
Not because you’d do what everyone asked
No, you’re king and you’ll take your own counsel at last.
Jesus, you entered plainly, misunderstood and maligned.
You were thought to be a general, but you were humble, Divine.
People still are misguided in our longings and thoughts
Have mercy upon us, thinking you “should” and you “ought.”
King of Kings, Lord of Lords; you are God and you reign.
May we be ready for your coming again.
In that day you won’t be confused as mere doctor or miracle man
You won’t be sought by those who just want to take what they can
When you return you will silence all opposition and doubt
Your enemies will be put to flight and your foes will be cast out.
For now, though, Lord. May we trust in you well.
May your people reflect you. Let us show and tell
Of your greatness, severity, power, kindness and grace
Let us testify of your goodness so more can embrace
You, our King.