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Crown of Mockery

by Roger Crique (Age: 56)
copyright 09-18-2005


Age Rating: 7 +
Crown of Mockery


The nails were rusty
ripping bones and flesh
Thorns entwined a crown of mockery
The sun grew bigger, hotter azimuth to bear
Days of torment fade now

Oh, the weight on his shoulder
How it belittles a man!
For timbers crossed that hug a sinner
For all shall not repent of this
None shall pay the way

On this very ground I stand
I look up and see his brow
Dripping blood onto my conscience
For ever to remind me of my stain
to don my own thorny crown

Piercing through the side a lance
Sinking into flesh a blade
The rains will come
The clouds will burst
awash for ever dying

But the man did not withstand
The man is gone now
his spirit broken
In awe the eyes of the holders of the lance
For the sky has spoken angry murmurs

It will come to pass
The suffering shall end
For there are many crosses to be hoisted
many thorny crowns to wear
and plenty of rusty old nails






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        10-09-2005     Regina Pate        

And Jesus said I love you this much and he stretched out his arms as wide as he could and died. Ten thousand angels were with him that day and at anytime could have took his pain away, forget the thorns, the nails, sticks and stones, broken bones, nothing man of man could hold the Lord to that cross, he was bound by love and nothing else, now do you believe in the power of love, Satan thought he won, he really believed he killed the son, made a deal with God, said how much do you want for these sinners, the Deviled replied you don't want them they will not appreciate it just let me kill after I have my fun, and the Lord replied, how much, and the devil thought long and hard and thought he was very clever and said OK you can have them, if I can kill you instead and the Lord with no hesitation said done. So he died so we would not but that is not the end of the story, because his love was so great he was redeemed and returned to glory, as long as there is love there is God, He has risen, he has won, yes he died, but he rose again, he has saved the world from sin, so just have faith and say Amen, Amen.

you really got me going this time my dear Roger, I must say I didn't know I knew all that but I guess that is how I must really feel, I don't doubt anymore, I do believe in love, good job Roger, thank you

your Reina

        09-24-2005     David Pekrul        

Roger, I think this is a powerful poem and worth at least five points, probably a lot more.
You may not get too many comments of this one, and I'll tell you why. It is because people would rather think of Jesus as the humble preacher standing on the hillside quoting the Beatitudes to the multitudes. They do no want to face that fact that He suffered terribly and died for their sins, or that they even have sins that would need dying for. But that is the reality. Christ did suffer and die, for you, for me, for everyone. But He did it because He loves us. Now it is up to us whether we accept what He has done, or try to sweep it under the carpet.

Good job!

        09-24-2005     Sam Hackel-Butt        

What, no comments? I do believe it is because of the content of the poem, Roger. It's a shame, because this piece is so delicately written with a message. Quite a clichéd sentence, but true, nonetheless! You have to read this poem out loud to really feel the impact of the words. I have more to say, but no way to phrase it. When the words come, I shall comment again.



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