Dynasty of David
By Rachel Sittig
What usually defines royalty?
Born in a palace
Everything at your disposal
Golden scarlet robes to wear
Now, there was a baby,
Born of the dynasty of David
To a maiden peasant girl
Into a world of darkness and despair
Of all places he was born in a stable.
His crib was a manger.
Wrapped in swaddling clothes
Shepherds and wise men praised him
A star declares “he is from heaven”.
He is offered the gold of royalty
The frankincense of the priesthood
The myrrh of death and eternal life.
As he traveled about at the age of thirty
Proclaiming the kingdom of the heart
Healing the sick and performing miracles of every kind
He made many friends and enemies
He gave a Passover meal for a dozen close friends
He told them to take and eat the bread of life
He told them to take and drink the cup of salvation and the New Testament
He suffered in a garden
Praying that God may give him the strength to give up his life for his bride
With the kiss of Judas Iscariot, he was arrested
He walked a mile, down the Via Della Rosa
He fell three times under the weight of the beam
He barely looked like a man with a crown of thorns upon his head
Taken before the leaders of his time, he was put to death
Joseph Arimathea asked permission to put the body in his newly bought tomb
Two days later, Mary Magdalene and his mother came to anoint his body
They saw the stone rolled away
The tomb was empty
Now we proclaim him King of all creation
Our perfect redeemer
That we may be forgiven, for our every wrong
