Lo, your King comes to you, mighty and imposing, if also in need of protection, in an armoured limousine surrounded by bodyguards, police motorcycles, helicopters, and SWAT teams. Armies and brass bands march before and after. Resplendent banners hang from the buildings and street lights. Here comes the Saviour.
Or:
Lo, your King comes to you, humble, and mounted on a . . . bicycle–in a casual shirt, comfortable pants, and sandals . . .
. . . and he stops, having seen you, to come over to ask how you’re doing and chat a while . . . .
Two versions of power, two visions of the world.
Even so come, Lord Jesus.