Imagining the crown of thorns
Being placed on the head
Of our Savior
Mocking His kingship
And a reed as His scepter
Imagining the crown of thorns
Piercing my Savior's head
Blood profusely flows
From the
Fresh wounds
Suffering
Injuries
Imagining it
Would palliate
The mental pain I am
Imagining
The
Painful thoughts I have
Is so little
Compared
to the pain
My Redeemer
Went through.
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