Blessed is the King - A Poem for Passion Week

Blessed is the King

by Andrew Jacobson

The picture of the true King the Old Testament painted/

so that those who read the Scriptures knew for whom they awaited.

The first royal couple had been removed from their throne/

the treason they had committed was the undoing of Shalom.

But God promised that one would come the serpent to subdue/

A royal seed from Adam one who would redeem and renew.

Abraham, the father of the faith, our God did call/

that through him would come kings to overthrow the fall.

Over Judah was a most magnificent blessing made/

A global King from his line this imagery portrayed.

Through Moses were many divine laws laid down/

Specifically one to govern him who would wear the crown.

A King like all the other nations Israel did choose/

But because of Saul’s disobedience God did him refuse.

After his own heart God chose a shepherd boy/

to be Israel’s better king God did David employ.

God made a covenant that one would come making David look the lesser/

A King who sets up an eternal reign would one day be David’s successor.

A baby in Bethlehem was born who from David, Judah, Abraham, and Adam proceeded/

Yet all these men of redemptive history this baby far exceeded.


The mighty works he performed proved he was no mere man/

but “the promised one” sent here to fulfill God’s divine rescue plan.

On a donkey into Jerusalem did he humbly ride/

while “blessed is the King” a multitude of disciples cried.

But on an earthly throne he did not come to sit/

He came to do a work so that sinners he could acquit.

A thorn of crowns upon his head did he wear/

that we, the chief of sinners, might he spare.

It was for our sins and the law of God that we had failed/

that the arms and feet of the true King to a cross were nailed.

“It is finished!” was the King’s last cry/

to the full payment of our sins did his words testify.

In the grave the King did not long lay/

because he rose victoriously that first Easter Sunday.

The victory won so that ransomed sinners like us could sing/

“Blessed be our Savior Jesus, the true and promised King.”