Mt 27:29 and then twisted together a crown of thorns and set it on his head. They put a staff in his right hand and knelt in front of him and mocked him. "Hail, king of the Jews!" they said.
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The Soldiers
Hands struggled
To twist
Thorny branches
Around
The Prize
Is ready
In a purple robe
He is crowned
See the glistening
Red jewels
Thorns hurt. When I tried to prune some wild rose bushes in our back yard, my hands hurt for days.
Thorns hurt. He suffered. He was mocked and teased. He was brutally killed. He died.
For me.
For you.
This photo was taken in our back yard this morning of the wild rose bushes.
This poem was written by me in a college creative writing class during Easter.
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