The One who wore the crown of thorns
Upon his blood stained brow.
Wore those thorns so that we
Could wear a crown of glory now.
The One who had nail pierced hands
And had agony in His soul
Bore those wounds so that we
In Spirit, could be made whole
The One who bore the darkest sky
Dark as the blackest night
Took our sins upon Himself
So we could live in light
The One who hung all alone
On that vile, accursed cross
Hung in love and tenderness
So we wouldn't suffer loss
The One who bowed His weary head
And gave up His soul that day
Lifts up the heads of everyone
Who will follow in His way
The One who lay dead in the tomb
Rose up in victory
So that those who come and follow Him
Live for eternity!
© Carolyn Davison 5th April 2014
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