Triumphant, victorious.
Our one true king comes to us.
Humble, riding on a donkey.
Shout aloud, loving cups!
Behold our king comes to us.
Humble, riding on a donkey.
Savior scattering the money.
Calming the pushing and the shoving.
Let’s kill him.
Cri de cœur.
From the lord.
With flowers instead of swangin’ swords.
Humble, riding on a donkey.
Even through oblivion,
Behold, our king comes to us.
Humble, riding on a donkey.
Laughing, when it wasn’t funny.
Staying, when I would be running.
Let’s kill him.
Let’s kill him.
Let’s kill him.
Every dog,
Every bark,
Every bullet,
Every spark,
Every girl,
Every shark,
All the people in the park,
Every fit and every start,
Everything in some dark heart says…
Humble, riding on a donkey.
Let’s
Kill him.
Kill him.
Kill him.
Sarah Masen, “Let’s Kill Him,” A History of Lights And Shadows, 2007
So powerful.
I preached on this text from Matthew today.
Thought it went pretty well.
Then I heard this.
Thank you.
I’m curious what the connection is between this poem and the photo. I recognize Ben Sasse, but not the others.