CROWN OF THORNS

Broken and bruised humiliated
and torn
Jerusalem's mob filled with delusional 

scorn
Thorns a curse for mans admission
of sin
A pain of which I could never
comprehend
Like a Lamb to the slaughter Jesus
You were left for dead
As they placed a Crown Of Thorns
upon Your precious head
There truly was no part of humanity
that You did not encounter
The epitome of the most perfect love
for me the undeserver
While we symbolically bare our own
pierced deep within
Superficial wounds transparent as
You endure our suffering
Overcoming lifes trials narrating
our own story
Jesus You replaced our thorns with the
Crown of Glory...