Crown Of Thorns

Tho' thorns of death were brittle His blood was transposed The Crown of Thorns became a flower The one we call the rose They cut in deep, this crown of thorns as they placed them on his head. But, in three days he rose again inside Gods flower bed So, when you see this crown of thorns turn your eyes to the sky Say a prayer within your soul and remember why He died. ©Gloria N. Sherwood

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