On the day the King rode in
We were among the milling crowd,
Curious, unsure, questioning
With hearts all full of doubt.

Because on the day the King rode in
We didn't know at all to praise,
With no grasp of why His death
Would give to us eternal days.



But on the day the King rode in
We realised our deep sin,
Though then, we called out crucify,
Now, to Him our hearts we bring.

As the day the King rode right in
He opened up our eyes,
To see we had no good within
Our self had need to die.



Yes, the day our King rode in
Was the time we did repent,
Falling down with broken hearts
For all the blood He spilt.

On the very day the King rode in
He set us completely free,
By taking on Himself, our sin
He became our life eternally.



Oh, the day Our King rode in
Though once we hid our face,
Now, we cry, Thank You Jesus, Lord
You saved us by Your grace.

Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems İMarch 2009
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
Poetry From The Heart

2 Corinthians 5:21
God made Him who had no sin
to be sin for us,
so that in Him
we might become
the righteousness of God