Halo Of Thorns Poem by Khloe Chace

It will always boggle my mind.
Never quite settle in,
Like leaves rustle in the August wind.
A flawless rose, trampled and kicked down.
A halo exchanged for a thorned crown.
I don't understand, I don't understand.

Why would He want to look at us?
Or yet, be one it itself?
Just look at me, I'm a shame.
Could these wrongs ever take a turn for the better?

Imagine the clash of time into space.
He came as a child in a manger's embrace.
And though it may seem impracticable and sound outrageous,
I'll always find it humbling.
The King of Kings would pierce his brow,
Take the fall for me.

If humans were all of existance,
I'd stand alone, holding onto every burden piled on my own.
Drowning with thoughts,
Scorching with fear on the tears of my heart.
If this had to be so, my best friend would be gone.
And I would be gone when the lights are lost from my eyes.

Why would He want to look at us?
Or yet, be one it itself?
Just look at me, I'm a shame.
Could these wrongs ever take a turn for the better?

A flawless rose, trampled and kicked down.
A halo for thorns.
I don't understand, I don't understand.