The Shepherd's Diadem
The torment is relieved!
No more the whip and scorn.
Perfection in reprieve
Of agonizing thorns.
No more shall man transgress,
With whip, or fist or thorns.
His head now fitly dressed:
Announced by sounding horns!
All glory to our Lord
Who for mankind prevailed.
He overcame death’s sword
And all that sin entailed.
Cast off Thy carnal crown
Composed of thorny stems!
Put on what jewels surround:
The Shepherd’s Diadem!
Behold His crown of gems!
Glorious the story!
The Shepherd’s Diadem:
But a sparkle of His glory.
Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2025
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