It pressed into his skull,
tearing his skin,
wild thorns
shocking Him.
A man with a lash,
watched him tremble
but played his part
in the injustice
til He was almost dead.
Did he remember
They were both made through Him
and for Him?
Did he regret speaking
creation into being?
As the light was dawning,
they were forming
at a time, long ago.
As trees grew, flowers bloomed,
spikes appeared to protect,
prolong their lives for fruiting.
People too ready to sin
added to the population.
God looked and saw that it was good.
bears the greatest fruit of all,
God’s re-creation,
bears the greatest fruit of all,
A crown for glory?
A coronation on a cross.
He Dies to give life.
A coronation on a cross.
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