Hosanna Poem by Peter Eliastam

The searchlight of His star had led them far
Along the road to David’s Bethlehem.
The Child, knowing who His children are,
Gazed up in love and smiled to welcome them.

There lay the One, in prophecy foretold,
Who was and is, before the world was made.
They brought Him myrrh and frankincense and gold,
With every breath to sing His accolade.

A hundred million angels join to sing
Ovations to the advent of The Lamb.
The kings of earth fall down before their King,
Acknowledging The Scion of The Ram.

High symphonies resound outside the camp,
In praise of Him whose praises never dim.
His light irradiates from every lamp
That He Himself has lit to hallow Him.