Crown of Thorns
Wicked weavers weaved
Sharp thorns into a crown
Meant for all who frown
Where sin is conceived.
O you anointed head
Do not fear that crown
Though it may pain now
The sheep leave not unfed.
(Read John 15:19-21)
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