Hosanna in the highest
To David’s royal Son,
Who comes, from sin to free us –
The long-expected One.
He is the Lord Almighty,
Who took on flesh to live
Among us, our Redeemer,
New life to us to give.
Though He is most exalted,
See His humility:
A peasant on a donkey –
See His humanity.
He rode into the city
To be despised and scorned,
Rejected, scourged, and beaten,
With all our shame adorned.
He went with full intention
Of dying in our place,
That we might be forgiven
And know His matchless grace.
Once more we’ll see Him riding
That path from long ago,
Yet as the mighty Victor
His glory He will show.
His people will be shouting,
“Hosanna to our King!
He gave His life to save us.”
His joyful praise we’ll sing.
Christina Joy Hommes
Creation Speaks
Every drop of water, every grain of sand,
Every ray of sunshine shows God’s mighty hand.
Every cricket’s chirping, every icicle,
Everything around us shows He’s beautiful.
Every cloud and rainbow, every butterfly,
Every tree and flower sings to God on high.
Every tiny creature, every mountain peak,
Everything around us leads our hearts to seek
One who formed each snowflake, made each fingerprint.
Mighty yet so tender – this is His imprint.
Christina Joy Hommes
None like Our God
No one is like the Lord our God
Who reigns with mighty grace.
His glory shines from age to age
Displayed in every place.
His people rest within His love,
And sheltered in His wings
They have no need. They are secure,
Kept by the King of kings.
He waits with patience while He calls
His enemies to turn;
But He will judge with righteous rule
Those who His mercies spurn.
His ways are perfect, they delight
The people of His choice
Who praise and magnify His Name
In which their souls rejoice.
Christina Joy Hommes
