They named me weak, yet fire took shape,
Through poison sands, I bore my chain.
Fate cast me low, past thorn and gape,
A broken soul, marked deep by pain.
But you, your light made shadows yield,
A siren gaze that stilled my storm.
Faith fanged and fierce became my shield,
Your love, the flame that kept me warm.
Through cracked empires, ruin’s debris,
We spun our vow beneath scorched skies.
Your touch, a blade that set me free,
A cruel salvation in your eyes.
So judge this peril, star bound above:
A maelstrom tempered, crowned by love.
You wear ignorance like a crown of thorns
While logic dies alone and quietly mourns
He was crowned by men with thorns
He whom left his heavenly throne
Despicable and wicked men all through
Endured by the word on which he taught
For the Father's divine purpose of redemption
The plan of the Father for man's restoration
He took the piercing from the crown of
thorns.
To ensure the process ended in man being
on the throne.
The crown of thorns was dripping messianic
blood.
The blood shed was stopped the hell gate of
flood.
It is a crown of thorns for the prize,
a crown of glory
Paid by Jesus Christ before men
seeking sight of gory.
(Written 2nd January, 2026)
stoic expression
though crown of thorns pierced his flesh ~
silent suffering
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
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)
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)
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)
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
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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
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