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Where His Crown Fell
He didn't beg to stop, he didn't whimper and whine; he showed his strength and humility all while wearing a painful crown of thorns. He took a beating of beatings done so out of insanity and jealous done so out of jealous insanity and rage: for those stripes driven into his flesh were for our iniquaties and by his grace are those stripes our healings. He carried the weight of our sins humility as he lifted and carried his cross struggling against the spitters and mockers,amongst the violators Yet not once did his crown fall to the ground. He was to die right there as a thief, while a thief was released for all me and all of humanity,yet done with such courage and humibily didn't lose his sanity through all of the miss/dealings. They nailed him to the rugged cross with three rusty ole' spikes spit and gambled for his only belongings ,pierced his side with a sword and waited for death to surely soon to arrive.for he then uttered out "Father forgive them for they know not what they do! As he then forgave them he bowed his head and as he passed on the crown of thorns fell in that very spot and yet until today the most beautifulest rose in memerance of his pain.
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