Can a simple pen conquer?
Is it more powerful than arms?
Can a soft word transform?
Dissolve crystallised prejudice?
Can a babe lead a nation?
Resolve differences entrenched?
We are told that it's the strongest,
The world is their's to rule.
Powerful in word and action,
Controlling what is seen and heard.
The powerful and famous speak;
We follow, but know not where.
Would the President ride a donkey?
A donkey-cade without bodyguards?
Would he entertain in borrowed room?
Would he have no penny to his name?
Would he eat out with the local riff raff?
Leave the A-Listers to drown in fame?
The King of Kings rode a jackass,
A lowly beast for burden bred,
No cavalcade on bright white chargers,
Entering the capital of ancestor's throne.
No blasting trumpet or fanfare loud,
Just cheers and jeers of a fickle crowd.
His weakness was his strength!
His humility was all powerful!
His submission brought victory!
His gentleness crushed the last frontier!
His words pierced inner delusions!
His hands reversed unstoppable disease!
We clamour for leaders strong.
God offers a humble babe.
We accumulate rich possessions.
God gives his riches away.
We strive for conquering success.
God gives life through Jesu's death.
Rome said ‘Your King is dead'.
His followers were deep in mourning,
Religious leaders sighed in relief,
But Christ arose on Sunday Morning.
When he returns with heaven's hoards
On white stallion in glory crowned,
Those who opposed will eat their words,
Submitting to the king disowned.
