What Kind of King Are You

What kind of king are you?
What kind of king, rides on a donkey
a donkey that might be borrowed, or might be
What kind of king, rides on a donkey
into the city where his assassins are waiting?
What kind of King, can send two followers
to fetch a donkey and know exactly what they’ll need to say?
What kind of king, can sit at the dinner table
with his subjects and be subject to them and wash their feet?
What kind of King are you?
A King who came not to be served, but to serve and to
give his life as a ransom for many.
A King who keeps his promises
And so I come to you, King Jesus
not to be served by you,
but to serve you and to give my life to you.
Because you’re the only one who will give me a new
garment in return,
a white robe made of saints righteous deeds,
a garment that fits so well it’ll be, a new self, your self.
Let me walk next to you and put palm branches at your
feet and shout “Hosanna!” with the children.
Let me sit at the table with you
and take bread and wine from your hands
and let me lay my head on your chest.
And if thirty pieces of the world’s silver are ever
enough to draw me away
Wash my feet and make me clean again
Let me pray with you at Gethsemane
and learn from you how to be vulnerable with the Father
let me see your tears and sweat and grief.
And if my prayers give way to sleep, wake me again
with the waters of regeneration.
Let me walk with you to the cross.
Let me be Simon of Cyrene,
and learn to carry your cross with you.
And if my Simon of Cyrene becomes Simon Peter
and I walk away from your cross to deny you
lead me back.

(What Kind of King – By Michael Gehrling)