Crowned With Thorns Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Hanging on a cross, nails hammered in wrists and feet
Jesus Christ, Son of God, is being crucified,
Crowned with thorns, body flogged, bruised, bleeding
Raised high between two thieves, one good, one bad.
Sky turns dark as night as terrifying thunder roars
Panicked, frightened people, believe the world is ending.
Disciple John the youngest of the twelve witnessing
Standing with Mary, the mother of Jesus, below the cross.
Hours pass, and life lingers on in agony for Jesus.
Roman soldier gives vinegar to drink on a sponge
And to end the agony pierces heart with a lance.
Jesus already dead, Temple curtain rips asunder.
Centurion in charge of the crucifixion falls to his knees
Crying out in terror, "This is the Son of God."