The Evangelical Universalist Forum

Crown of Thorns

They pressed upon His holy brow
A wicked crown of thorns
That brow knew only innocence
From the day that He was born

He grew up as a tender shoot
A pure and gentle Lamb
And He walked among the sons of men
Salvation in His hands

He healed the sick, He raised the dead
Preached good news to the poor
A kingdom of love and righteousness
Now who could ask for more

But they pressed upon that gentle brow
A wicked crown of thorns
And nailed Him to a cross of wood
Who never did them harm

Oh Love of God so sure and true
Oh river deep and wide
A fountain opened up for all
On the day that Jesus died

He called them brothers, called them friends
And even as He died
He prayed , “Father forgive them, they don’t know what they do”.
As Mary knelt and cried.

But the story does not end there, my friend
For He rose up from the grave
And His arms are opened wide , my friend
Every living soul to save.

Oh, Peace on earth, good will towards men
The angels in heaven sang
And the love of God flowed to everyone
From the cross where Jesus hanged

They pressed upon His holy brow
A wicked crown of thorns
Forgiveness poured out from His wounds
The veil of heaven forever torn

And what of sin could stand against
The Father’s endless love
The blood, water and Spirit
Reign from Christ enthroned above

All rule and power and authority
Every vestige of the fall
All gathered into one in Christ
All reconciled, God all in all.

Beautiful poem, EaglesWay. You make it all flow together so elegantly, while still telling the story with emotion and color. Thanks! :smiley:

Cool. I like. Especially here:

I would just add that it wasn’t only forgiveness in His blood but cleansing, healing, and life. I’ve tried to capture the love and grace of God poured out upon the cross here:

The Beautiful Blood

Beautiful blood that cleanses my soul
It makes my heart purer than gold
Dripping from the veins of Christ my God
Giving me faith even though I’m flawed

Precious blood giving me a new birth
Opens up my eyes to Christ’s great worth
Infinite in value, His beauty I adore
As the water flows, His blood does pour

Beautiful blood you are glorious to me
Lifting up my heart so my eyes can see
Taking away my shame under the flood
Oh how glorious is God’s precious blood

What man meant for evil in pressing the crown of thorns on the head of Christ is turned around for good. I also like how you describe Christ as being the gentle Lamb of God and then this:

This (along with the gentle lamb of God reference) reminds me of one time I looked into the eyes of the man I take care of. (I’m a caregiver for an 84 year old man) Anyway, I could see the lamb through his spirit. Here’s what I wrote:

When I look into your spirit
I see a tender heart
A gentle being inside your eyes
That makes me feel soft inside
Melting my hardened heart
And making my face glow
Giving me that special joy
Deeper than the oceans wide
As I blossom like a flower
Because of the beauty you give
I can see the wonder around me
Without that unhealthy fear
Aware of my inner true self
I come face to face with love
That would lay down my life for you
With sorrow, joy, and blood

For me, the glory of Christ shines the brightest in the elderly (most of them in my experience anyway).

I also like how your poems have an uplifting and hopeful message to them. I can’t say that I am certain that all will be saved but I’m not going to disagree at the moment. And like Cindy said, you make it flow nicely. Great job! I enjoyed.