Jesus
When the woman wove the crown of thorns,
She didn't realize to a king it would be worn.
When the blacksmith forged the nine inch nails,
He didn't know our savior would be impaled.
And when the carpenter made the cross,
He didn't see what man would reign against loss.
Though these three folk would create a path,
That would transcend time in which to last.
So be aware in all you do,
As God puts grace in all of you.
3-September-2021
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