Emily Pauline Johnson

(10 March 1861 – 7 March 1913 / Chiefswood, Ontario)

Brier: Good Friday - Poem by Emily Pauline Johnson

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Because, dear Christ, your tender, wounded arm
Bends back the brier that edges life's long way,
That no hurt comes to heart, to soul no harm,
I do not feel the thorns so much to-day.
Because I never knew your care to tire,
Your hand to weary guiding me aright,
Because you walk before and crush the brier,
It does not pierce my feet so much to-night.
Because so often you have hearkened to
My selfish prayers, I ask but one thing now,
That these harsh hands of mine add not unto
The crown of thorns upon your bleeding brow.


Comments about Brier: Good Friday by Emily Pauline Johnson

  • Susan Williams (1/28/2016 3:19:00 PM)


    I like her message- that we must not add to the thorns on the crown He wore on the cross. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 7, 2010



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