There’s a quiet place inside each heart where we keep our dreams.
There’s one dream we hide away that isn’t what it seems.
A quiet man rides through a town as wonder-counselor, king.
Songs of praise and shouts of joy and loud hosannas ring.
Who is this man they come to see?
Why do they dance and sing?
Is he the ruler of the world?
What wonders does he bring?
Now the man walks through the lane, a crown upon his head.
But his crown’s not made of gold; it’s made of thorns instead.
Upon his back a heavy cross appears to weigh him down.
Only one would help him as he trudges through the town.
Who is this man they come to see?
Why do they look away?
Is he the ruler of the world?
What’s different here today?
Hands and feet nailed to the cross, they raise him to the sky.
Soldiers gamble for his clothes and wait for him to die.
Soon the sky turns dark as night, a curtain tears in two.
Kings and soldiers ask in fear, “O God, what did we do?”
Who is this man they come to see?
Why are they frightened so?
Is he the ruler of the world?
What is it that they know?
Early Sunday morning after three days filled with pain.
They have found an empty tomb and start to cry again.
Then to their astonishment, they see the man appear.
“He is not dead! He lives again!” Angel voices cheer.
Who is this man they come to see?
He is Christ, the King!
He IS the ruler of the world!
Let all voices sing!
Happy Easter!
Copyright ©2008 Judith Regini
