Originally published 07-07-19
I submitted this poem for consideration in the new hymnbook as a hymn.
Hosanna to the Son of David
A baby boy lay sleeping in an inn at Bethlehem,
And nearby, angels sang their song of peace, goodwill to men:
CHORUS: Hosanna to the Son of David, come in the name of the Lord.
Hosanna in the highest, glory be to God.
The multitudes flocked to the mount to learn great truths from Him.
They followed as He blessed the meek, and sang in praise this hymn:
CHORUS
When Jesus rode a humble colt into Jerusalem,
The joyful crowd waved palm branches and cried unto His name:
CHORUS
When soldiers took away the Christ, the crowd grew sparse and small.
And gone were all the hopeful throngs who once had cheered and called:
CHORUS
Although the cross stood on a hill, no multitudes there came.
Though Christ atoned for all their sins, no grateful voices sang:
CHORUS
He rose again, the third day passed, death’s victory was gone.
For justice had been answered, and our Advocate had won:
CHORUS
We take His body and His blood and promise as we do
That though the road is long and hard, we always will be true:
CHORUS
