The King on a Colt
- Mar 28
- 2 min read
A jubilant crowd gathered, large and strong.
Lining the road with both cloaks and song.
Their voices lifted hopeful cries,
As “Hosanna!” echoed through the skies.
Prophecy was fulfilled in praises bold,
As shouts rang out from both young and old.
With palm branches waving high in the air,
Hope was given voice in their shouts of prayer.
There was no chariot, and no battle cry.
A picture of humility stood beneath the sky.
For on a colt he rode, small and meek,
Jesus rode, fulfilling what the prophets did speak. *
He did not come in rich display,
For He loved and led a different way.
He wore no crown. There was no robe of fame.
Yet all of Heaven knew His name!
He was Light and Life, the Promised One,
Prince of Peace. And soon, God’s risen Son.
But the people saw a King to reign,
Unaware losing His life would be their gain.
As palms and hope lay in the street,
Crowds bowed low before His feet.
They knew not their cheers would soon turn to cries.
They knew not Jesus soon would hang under the skies.
The Savior kept His eyes ahead,
To where His blood would soon be shed.
His throne would become a rugged tree,
Victory would come through humility.
Today, let hearts lift Him high!
The King who came and then chose to die.
On this day, with branches tall,
We remember the One who died for us all.
*Zechariah 9:9 "Rejoice greatly, Daughter Zion! Shout, Daughter Jerusalem! See, your king comes to you, righteous and victorious, lowly and riding on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey."
