Divine Irony
The One who made the roses bloom,
could call departed from the tomb,
permitted thorns to pierce His head.
Sinless seed from mother's womb,
became sin's curse for sinners' stead.
The very One who formed the seed
that would become the rugged tree,
in innocence was bound to bleed
so guilty souls could be set free.
For sinners' blessing, cursed was He.
5-16-2020
Copyright © Juliet Ligon | Year Posted 2020
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