Hosanna! Blessed is He
Who comes in the Name
Of the Lord!

We lay our cloaks down
To honor our saving King,
We sing, we shout, we raise our palm branches—
But do we really know the One we praise?
Who is this?

I mean, wasn’t it a little strange,
This King of ours—
Riding not a war horse,
But a borrowed donkey,
Entering not through the Eastern Gate,
The gate of victorious kings,
But through the Sheep Gate,
The entrance for sacrificial lambs?

But not everything He does
Makes sense anyway.

Even so,
We celebrate Him who
	Taught us to love others by
		Showing us, 
		Touching the untouchable,
		Washing the filth from our feet, from our hearts.
	Taught us to love God by
		Showing us,
		Talking to Him, listening for His voice
		Helping us see how much He loves us.
	Taught us to love ourselves by
		Restoring dignity to me, to broken people,
		Calling you and me His children, not outcasts,
		Reminding us that God made us in His image.
	Set us free with keys of truth,
	Released us from our bondage,
	Shattered the lies we’ve learned to live with.

What a King,
What a Savior!
May He reign forever!
Hosanna!


David K. Carpenter
Copyright © April 12, 2025