THORNS
“damn!” she
winced, as her finger I stuck.
Is she just so careless, or is it only bad luck?
“there’s no
good reason for them to exist;
If they were
gone, they’d never be missed!”
Brought on
by your foolishness, a sign of the “Curse”;
Without us was
Eden, long ago, back at the first.
Our presence
is only doomed to cause pain.
You ask why we’re
here; You need someone to explain?!
Surely you
remember the ancient story of Adam and Eve;
And, how
from the Garden, you were made to leave.
It was then
that the Maker cursed the ground.
And since
then, man has always had us around.
Then, another, the Second, left from his throne.
He took on your
sins; He made them his own!
With intent
to hurt, they angrily plaited a crown,
From the
first thing they saw when they looked around.
With calloused
heart and hands, into our brambles they did reach,
for Christ’s
cursed crown, proudly and defiantly worn for you each.
Surely
emeralds and gold belonged on His head?!
But, us -- damned,
pointed thorns -- he gladly wore, instead.
So, on that
black Friday, He redeemed all of you.
And, maybe, just
maybe, that spiny halo, He bought back too?!
Upon the
brow of the “man of sorrows” we first brought the crimson flow,
That washes away
your sins, and, thank God, makes you “whiter than snow”!
No longer
doomed, to be only the source of pain for your sinful rages;
But, also we’re
given a place of honor, forever, in the “Story of the Ages”!
