A Crown of Thorns
by Kristine Stanton © 2016A crown of thorns had pierced His head,
drawing blood of crimson red.
Men whipped and slashed His tender skin,
yet, He forgave them of their sin.
Nails were driven one-by-one
through hands and feet of this Great One.
He hung upon a cross to die,
while many jeered as they passed by.
My God, my God, it makes me cry
to know that Christ was crucified.
No wrong was done by Your sweet Son,
He came to love and harm no one.
He suffered through a dreadful death
until He breathed His dying breath.
It was then the Temple veil
was split apart for our avail.
