Just a glimpse through the crowd as they shouted
Praises for a new king, something that would fly
In the face of the Romans, trying to get a peek and
All I see are backs, yet something compelled me
To come, to try and catch a glimpse of the promise
So much hope rides on this one person, for freedom,
For our reestablishment as a people, for worldly
Power, for a control over our own affairs and yet
The glimpse revealed something poorer, it is hard
To imagine this humble being as king, as the one
Who has been promised, saving us from our own
Selves and the holes we have put our own selves
Into by imagining we are supposed to be in control
Soon we will see how this king works out, soon
We will know if he is the promise or a disappointment