The Crucifixion
He was beaten,
And abused,
Spit upon, and kicked,
He was laughed at,
and mocked.
His home was not a castle,
but a lonely animal trough
His Crown was not made of Gold,
but made of thorns
His robes were not of fine linen
but of rags
His throne was not made of Jewels
but of an old tree.
Were he hung
He was crucified for the sins of the world
His name was, is, and always will be
the I AM Jesus Christ.
the Lord of lord, King of kings
The world's savior.
Copyright © Carmen Profit | Year Posted 2007
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