Hosanna to the Son of David
This is a piece I wrote last year for our church’s Palm Sunday service. I recently found it again and thought it was worth sharing. Happy Easter, everyone – He is risen indeed!
O Lord, we have been watchful; a people of expectation. In hope we have waited, in faith we have prayed, in joy we see You now.
Messiah, we have waited these many years to see Your face. The brightest flame of hope has burned within us as we expect our savior, and now– now– You have come to save Your people.
We see You, on the lowliest of animals, a King; and with our hearts laid bare we receive You.
Hosanna to the Son of David, our Deliverer!
Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!
We are all aroused at your presence, O Son of Man. Our hearts are being awakened as we see You come; our eyes fill with tears of longing. But no– we need not wait any longer, for now You are here. The greatest of all joys belongs to us, and we are unable to comprehend what a gift it is.
Hosanna in the highest heaven, we cry, and we lay our branches of victory at Your feet. A blessing; the only thing we have to give. We give You our hearts, O Lord. An offering for our King, the gentlest of men, the noblest of princes.
Blessed is the coming kingdom, we say, and we see Your face alight with joy.
As You enter our city; O Prophet, we feel a stirring within us. “Who is this?” we ask in wonder; for it is too strange to understand.
How can this one man save us all?
A sacrifice given not from obligation; but from love.
This is Jesus, our Lord. This is Jesus, our savior.
This is Jesus, our friend.
Hosanna to the Son of David. You have come.
About The Author
Abby
Abby is a teenaged writer who loves using her words for Jesus, to seek and point out beauty in the ordinary. When she isn't writing, you can find her jamming on her guitar, which she fondly calls "Raymond Fender the First", sitting on porches, or reading.
This is beautiful, Abby! Amazing job!
Thank you Cosette!
This is very inspirational, Abby! I especially like how you have captured the anticipation of the people.
Thanks Dr. Fisher! 🙂
Here is something I wrote as the last part of my father’s eulogy back in 2013. He was a die-hard New York Giants fan, hence the football metaphor. Happy Easter!
Two thousand + years ago there was another man who appeared to have lost. It was late in the 4th quarter and it was 4th down and long. The other team was fired up and had even brought in ringers in the form of Roman officials. His own players thought for sure he’d punt – that was the smart thing to do, the safe thing, but that wasn’t who he was. After some agonizing deliberation, he went for it, got intercepted, and they lost. The man was crucified. It was over. The score was 0-1. But something happened three days later. He was back. The grave couldn’t hold him, death couldn’t win. The score had changed for him, for us, for my dad. Because of this man’s victory and because of who my father was, cancer never stood a chance. Before it had even started this battle, my dad had already won the war.
That’s beautiful, I love it! Thanks for sharing!
Thank you, and you’re welcome 😀
Nice job Abby