MARK: The Unveiling of the King

Deafening silence screaming as if with lungs

The sunrises get bleaker as expectations are wrung

Inhaling a medley of ash and His last words

Dare they despair they will be the last heard

The stage for His dynasty pummeled by empires

But His throne wasn't forged only to expire

So where is the King?

 

The silence breaks among the disenchanted

Claims of Him stir but still left empty-handed

Yet the wilderness voice calls to barren hopes

But what had crushed their spirit was keeping hope

The herald of a new king clothed in camel's hair

Is it enough to be vulnerable again to despair?

 

There is rumor of the King.

 

The king must come parading in royal succession

To shatter Rome's scepter and halt their oppression

The dynasty can now emerge from Judah's seed

But who is the snake crusher really coming to defeat?

Zion's mount never recovered from the siege

Surely the kingdom will triumph when they're politically free

 

There are expectations of the King.

 

Anticipation for war driven by religious zeal

Yet it's the demons, storms, and disease that kneel

His signs and wonders veiled in shadows to preserve

The king they'd refuse to accept has come to serve

So bound to tradition, their conditions unworn

What will they do when His crown is made of thorns?

 

There is a veiling of the King.

 

He hushes even His closest when they shout His identity

Because they rebuke the kingdom's inaguration by suffering

For a Roman, they wouldn't dare to even whisper "crucify"

But His own can't live unless their lives too are denied

The paradox of the cross confronts their allegiance

Will they proudly join Him if they're also asked to carry it?

 

 

There is a cost to following the King.

 

Rather than royalty, he's charged a criminal's price

But He was never a victim, but a willing blameless sacrifice

Thousands of offerings piled slain on the altar

God too brought his own unblemished one to offer

His pleasing aroma tore the veil hiding His face

To exalt the King who came to claim the victor's place

 

The exaltation of the King.

 

Death had to precede the king's enthronement

But vulnerable to despair, the people wouldn't hope yet

They've missed it since the prophets, did they miss it again?

All their hopes, Rome's hold, and His throne in question

But the rejected cornerstone couldn't be rolled away

Because the tomb's stone couldn't remain on His grave

The inauguration of His kingdom.

 

Death tried to claim the blameless, but life can't belong to him

The King annulled its sting by His resurrection

This is the throne he descended to be seated upon

This too is the unthreatened power given to His own

What a glory, what a marvel to even behold

When you tremble at the mystery, will fear make you fold?