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Coronation

by Paul Purday
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CORONATION

The crowds, the jubilation and the power
Traditions crafted skilfully in gold
And priceless jewels would celebrate this hour
Of pageantry untold.

The pride of some, the red, white and the blue
The National colours donned but for a day
Like sev'nty years ago with much ado
This was the English way.

The streets were lined ten deep mid sun and rain
The daydream of a momentary view
The waiting hope they knew was worth the pain
Of aching joints or flu.

But pomp and human majesty was all
The crowds would wish. History before their eyes
The cadences of centuries would fall
Like music from the skies.

The King, the orb, the sceptre and the throne
This human majesty, this pomp and might
Is stately power , supremacy alone
Born to an ancient rite.

The darkened sky and dampness could not quell
The flashing of the jewels and priceless crown
Its lavish beauty though would never dwell
In humble parts of town.

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Humility. There is a King of Kings
Who rode a donkey's colt with lowly grace
His majesty observed by angels' wings
The beauty of His face.

The crowds hosannas then would pave the way
But soon those crowds with enmity would turn
Their fickleness His patient love betray
His winsome grace to spurn.

His was a dying love, for He was pinned
By hammered nails upon a cross of wood
When would the people know that they have sinned
The unjust for the good.

No flying buttresses and choir's songs
Echoed between a great cathedral walls
No ancient custom of the world belongs
Soon only darkness falls.

Light was not there by virtue of His death
This King with thorn-crowned brow was hanging there
Whose cry was heard, before His dying breath
Floated upon the air.

Death of a king? The doors of hope were shut
The grave reclaimed the horror of the hour
This desperation would continue but
For resurrection power.

The risen and ascended King soon will
Wear many crowns, the Victor over all
His great renown, the universe will fill
And at His feet we fall.

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