Crown of Thorns
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A crown of thorns he wore
On that judgement day
He carried his own cross
To show us all the way
His crown was not of gold
With jewels made to shine
It was made for pain
As with whips they hit his spine
Through the town he walked
As the blood flowed down his face
He shouldered heavy burden
For our eternal grace
Many watched and wept
While others, stones they threw
One step at a time
It was done for me and you
Up the hill he journeyed
To the place where he had died
Next to thieves and sinners
On the crosses they were tied
He was nailed through hands and feet
Not hung up like the rest
The high priest they had ordered
To put him through the test
His human body failed to live
But his spirit still remains
To forgive the many sinners
A new life they will gain
There was only one man
That wore the crown of thorns
He will be our savior
Upon the day we’re born
May this holy week reflection resonate with those who have hope in Christ and those who may seek it out.
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Tim McMahon
Tim is a retired factory worker who enjoys poetry.
