All that was made was made through Him.

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.