Splitting tender scalp from skull
long spikes forced down to make their full
effect. What was alive this morning,
pulled and wrapped round without warning,
the branch created for protection,
men twisted, plotting insurrection.
They bound the King and claimed his breath,
He gave it, wearing crown of death.
They missed the cast of Heav’n, involved;
Christ triumphed, torn, but spirit resolved!
Death’s vine incinerated,
the Victor’s now venerated.
This all for their sake, who wove the crown,
who spit and scorned, who pressed it down,
one defeated, pain and strife,
the other won, the crown of life.
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