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)

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016



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