Best Crown Of Thorns Poems
Crown of Thorns
A trace of thorns you are
on my body,
I am an eternal traveller,
never stopping.
You are the bitter predicament
of my comfort,
Traces of sensual pleasures -
The mist of a veil is
my constant reminder.
You wound the stubble of my heartly thorns,
I stand alone on the dusty conflagration
Gazing towards an endless void,
I am bridled with the burning pain of the
thorns...
My gaze tirelessly roves,
Prickly are the thorns,
With malediction entwined...
I am drowning in a sweaty torrent,
I am plunging into thorny depths,
bloody and overworked
from the struggle,
I yield myself to
the decision of fate.
stoic expression
though crown of thorns pierced his flesh ~
silent suffering
Red rose petals in the wind
Falling gently to the ground
tainting red God’s blessed earth
Darkness descends all around
Cries of anguish pain and sorrow
A mother’s heart bleeds for her son
Bound and nailed to a tree
bruised and weakened, just for me
Crown of thorns that I should bear
Pierce the head of one so dear
releasing me from pain of sin
to live and love , one with Him.
Whenever I feel discouraged,
Or am just too blind to see,
What purpose there is for my life on earth,
This thought is what comforts me.
I think about a Man Whose Name
Means, oh, so much to me,
You see, He wore a crown of thorns,
That He might set me free.
He wore a crown of thorns for me,
And bore so patiently,
All that the soldiers of Rome did think,
Would destroy His dignity.
He wore a crown of thorns for me,
And put up with all the shame,
The soldiers could deal out to Him,
For our sins He took the blame.
He wore a crown of thorns for me,
And I could never pay,
Him back for all that He endured,
And suffered there that day.
So I must love my fellow man,
The way He wants me to,
And that is how I'll know the peace,
He gives to those who do.
(copyright 10/30/15)
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)
People said it was not Jesus' crown,
For pricked blood flowed as it would from any wound
And no miracle was seen.
People said that Jesus' head would not have fit
As the crown was small, too small,
And all the thorns looked new.
But every day the people prayed,
And one day the thorns played different -
More like Jesus would have worn...
And people said... the people said
That the playful priest tried it on his head
Each day before the Mass was sung.
3/5/2015
No matter what I do or where I shall go ---
My devotion to GOD must be without hesitation and never slow ---
Fore my salvation came to me freely and without delay ---
Allowing me to enter the Lord's kingdom, come what may ---
Until that time arrives, I will be obidedient in His way --
As the Holy Angels and Saints sing praise all of the day ---
Casting prayerful thoughts towards the Holy Trinity, way beyond our sky ---
I will wear a crown of thorns around my heart,
until the moment I die.
King of Jews they would mock
Making a crown of thorns
To place around His head
That He might look foolish
To make an example out of Him
For their king of this world
Had a crown of wealth
If only did they know the thorns
Would symbolize what kept them in death
In bondage of sinful nature
They can not grow on their own
For these thorns held them from
Reaching the light yet to come
That Jesus came to free them from
Through love that we might
Come to know a true love
In His death we have been given a way
To seek the light that burns out the thorns
So one might rise above the darkness
To trade in there crown of thorns
And receive a crown of life
Which places the seal of approval
That you belong to the God of the living
That He might reign within
To give knowledge and wisdom in His word
That shines light on the darkness
To see Jesus is the King of Kings
Blessed is the man that endureth temptation: for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life, which the Lord hath promised to them that love him.
James 1:12 KJV
In Purple cloak and crown of thorns
The soldiers mocked Him majesty, but
Jesus died for you and me
The high priest charged
Him with blasphemy
He will return for all to see, thus
Bring the sweet reward of eternity
THAT OLD CROWN
OF THORNS HE WORE for ME
That crown of thorns
Set upon His head
Needled poke, pricked, bloodshed
Though the crown of thorn
Was mocked
Replace His Kingdom Crown
Evil Humanity thought
Instilled with my God
So yet He's lives for me
He His grace, substituted
Heart and Head space
O' The Crown of Thorns
my Amazing Grace
Poignant and powerful
Reflection on the symbolism
of the crown of thorns
Sense of reverence, gratitude, and awe, reminding us
of the profound sacrifice and love that of Jesus Christ Father demonstrated through His suffering and death on the cross.
Father inspire us to contemplate the true meaning of sacrifice, love, and redemption in our own lives
Father we reflect on the significance of the crown of thorns and its connection to Jesus Christ's sacrifice and redemption.
We need a deeper sense of gratitude for the love and grace that Jesus Christ demonstrated through His suffering and death on the cross.
- Jesus' sacrifice is a powerful reminder of God's love and redemption for humanity.
4/14/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025
- *John 3:16*: "For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."
- *Romans 5:8*: "But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us."
- *1 Peter 2:24*: "He himself bore our sins in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; by his wounds you have been healed."
Whenever I have a headache
I think of Jesus and his crown
of thorns…
Can’t imagine the pain, he must
have endured, from the thorns
digging into His flesh…
So whenever you, think your head
hurts badly, think of Jesus
and His Crown of Thorns…
By Sandra L. Hoban
©2004
she always smiles at me
when we meet
once our eyes locked
I saw what was on the inside
pain and hurt
broken dreams
and a broken heart
we all wear crowns
of thorns
tomorrow
I'll make her smile
reach to her
around the broken dreams
under her broken heart
give her love
make the damn pain
and hurt go away
at least for alitte while
if I'm careful
I willn't get hurt
by her crown of thorns
Cloning the emperor,
assuming the throne
knighted impostor,
unregally grown
With hell for a kingdom,
his scepter ignites
flames burning memory,
a mirror’s delight
The queen held for ransom,
a prince in his bed
jester on fire,
all subjects rebled
A rival approaches,
the bishop a swan
his guillotine royal
—beheaded in song
(Beaupre: November, 2021)
Martyr or devil?
To be denied all salvation?
I decline,
That thin white line is one I wish not,
To cross,
Despite the beauty burning on the other side,
Petrified,
Of that which is unknown?
I look upon the crown of thorns the radiant light,
I know my rest is eternal.
the bitterness dies and so does regret
like the wind from the mountains
that shakes all the trees
we change what we can and bury the rest
no questions of why or who knows what's best
it is all curled up, resting demure and sweet
laying face down, harmless and still
it snarls and growls like the beast that it is
when you turn it over or step on its tail
viciously it bites, inflicting before it runs
there aren't enough drugs to ease its pain
we let it all go, saying never again
no medals awarded for the crown of thorns worn
when we glance back in the rear-view mirror
it gets smaller as the distance grows
the memories fade like the trail behind
the heart will just keep on believing