The story of a king

This is the story of a king,

Came as a lowly servant on a donkey,

Not a prancing steed of the horse,

Nor a royal robe,

But on the cloth of the poor and humble.

On a new colt he rode,

Never!!!! Nor ridden by anyone,

Moving majestically into Jerusalem

Hosanna to the king.

In their hearts they see a messiah,

To deliver them from Rome,

But in him the conqueror of hearts,

Who came to die for their sins.

They lost hope in Him,

Crucify him, they shouted,

This, a saviour of Rome?

King of theirJews, they mocked.

With their hope dashed ;

Not the mysterious ways of God

As he died for our sins,

To be our king forever.