Oh, For a Crown to Return
by Marie Elena
PHOTO BY REBECCA TRUMBULL PHOTOGRAPHY
A tortured, thorn-crowned costly love –
Above, sun-darkened firmament.
Below, the Man on cursed tree hangs –
Birth pangs of earth. A curtain rent.
My Lord became my sin for me –
His skin was scourged; His soul besieged.
His Father turned His face away –
Their plan unchanged since first conceived.
What great a sacrifice was made –
The price was paid, unmerited.
For though I’ve sinned against my God,
His riches I’ve inherited.
Implausibly, He holds a crown
For my unworthy head to bear.
But I will lay mine at His feet –
My heart replete; my answered prayer.
© Marie Elena Good 2016
When Jesus came out wearing the crown of thorns and the purple robe, Pilate said to them, “Here is the man!” ~ John 19:5
I am coming soon. Hold fast what you have, so that no one may seize your crown. ~ Revelation 3:11
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Amazing love, a king who bled so deep for me, a red, red flood that washed my sin away.
Amen.
This is really a special poem. So glad God gave you these words to share with us.
Thank you so much, Lydia!
Powerful and beautiful, Marie. ♥
Thank you, my sweet Hannah! ❤
OH, Marie. I am speechless. This is just stunning, from first words to last. I whisper this today, as a prayer.
Wow. Your response leaves ME speechless, De. Thank you. Our Lord is such an inspiration, isn’t He?
So beautiful. What Love the Father has lavished on us.
Thank you, Sheldon. And yes, He certainly has. I shake my head in awe every single day.