Colin Ian Jeffery
Redhill Hospital
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Crowned With Thorns

Hanging on a cross, nails hammered in wrists and feet
Jesus Christ, Son of God, is being crucified
Crowned with thorns, body flogged and bleeding
Raised high between two thieves, one good one bad.
Sky turns dark as night and a dreadful thunder echoes
People panic believing the world is come to an end.
Disciple John, youngest of the twelve, is there to witness
Standing with Mary mother of Jesus below the cross.
Hours pass and life lingers on for the agony stricken Jesus
Roman soldier gives him vinegar to drink from a sponge
And a lance is thrust into his left side piecing the heart.
Jesus is already dead, the temple curtain rips asunder
Centurion in charge of the crucifixion, falls to his knees
Crying out in terror, "This is the Son of God."
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