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~ Crown Of Thorns ~
Jesus cried out in the garden
Oh Father, not My will but Thine
And we are left to wonder
What great pain had filled His mind
If, He was all prepared from birth
And, already was alone
No friend to offer comfort
No-where to call His home
What more grief now tore His heart
To sweat great drops of blood
And cry in deepest grief
In agony of love
Enduring man's cruel judgment
The mocking, whips and rod-
Now, the cruelest separation of all
Rejection by His Father God
When He hung there on the cross
He was already despised by man
But, now to bear man's deprivation
Meant letting go His Father's hand
Alone there He would hang
With no comfort for His soul
No God to call in prayer
The most alone of all
It was never fair His righteous heart should take
The judgment of our God
But none had that much love for us
To feel the cruel rod
He let Himself be completely humiliated
To wear that mocking crown
He alone took all our sin
No other could be found
Now in Him we are embraced
We will never, like He, ever be alone
One day I want to gaze upon that precious face
The scars that should have been my own
Then to see, that blood stained crown replaced,
No more a wreathe of thorns
Is pressed within that precious brow
For He bears the utmost, the Crown of all Crowns now
Soft whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2007
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
“May the God of hope fill you with all joy
and peace as you trust in Him,
so that you may overflow with hope
by the power of the Holy Spirit."
Romans 15:13
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