A Hosanna Dream

I imagine that I’m there. I’ve always been there. I hear the crowd. I see their palm branches.

The dust gets in my eyes. There are many people. I strain to see you. I just want to see your eyes.

I glimpse the donkey’s hooves. I know you’re up there.

I’m starting to move with the crowd. I sense their excitement.

I grab a branch and wave it too. But, I’m still searching.

I see you. It’s good to see you.

Your eyes are searching the crowd. I want you to see me.

I consider rushing to the donkey. Maybe I should run to you.

But, then I might weep into your robe and tell you not to go through with it.

“We’re not really worth it,” I would sob, “Don’t do it.”

Your eyes catch mine. You have set your intention already.

I see the story in your eyes. You’ll keep moving. I see you giving me worth.

What is it like up there on that donkey? Could you give me a ride?

The people are shouting loudly. Did you enjoy their praise?

Is it authentic?

Is mine?

I need to say it. I need to say it loud.

My arms start waving frantically. I shout with the crowd.

Hosanna, hosanna, hosanna! You’re the King!

Say it with me now. Give those stones a run for their money.

As he rode along, the crowds spread out their garments on the road ahead of him. When he reached the place where the road started down the Mount of Olives, all of his followers began to shout and sing as they walked along, praising God for all the wonderful miracles they had seen.

“Blessings on the King who comes in the name of the Lord!
    Peace in heaven, and glory in highest heaven!”

But some of the Pharisees among the crowd said, “Teacher, rebuke your followers for saying things like that!”

He replied, “If they kept quiet, the stones along the road would burst into cheers!” Luke 19:36-40 (NLT)


3 thoughts on “A Hosanna Dream

  1. Yes. I get this. I had a moment just yesterday of “why in the world?” We are such a broken people. But that is why, really. And He loves us despite. Such a deep heart post. Thank you.

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