Do you ever feel mistreated? Lonely or someone others ignore?
Just take a step back and remember the crown that He wore.
He wore it for our peace, when a golden one, He should have worn.
But He chose instead a painful one of thorns.
And not the small ones, either, like the pricking of a rose.
The were wide and wound tightly, Making Him of no beauty, unsightly.
Blood running to His nose.
He is beautiful in paintings, a lovely work of art.
But never more beautiful, more lovely, than here.
My Lord and my Love, my Jesus , so dear, to me.
He would have rather worn it, for me, my pain to ease.
His crown of thorns is my crown of peace.