No crown of thorns could take the love
Of Jesus for our souls,
And on the cross woody sharp thorns
Digs deep with many holes.
No drops of tears will hide his vision
He has for you and me.
Within three days, he will arise
And all the world will see.
No more pain, “It is finished” –
He drops his head and died.
As blood and waters flow as soldiers
Pierced him on his side.
And rocks split open – the earth shatters
While tombs start to open –
The curtain of the temple rips. His
Word came true as he had spoken.
No doubt he was the son of God –
He never did complain
They pluck the long thorns from his head –
“Will Jesus rise again?”
Yes – he lives. He has risen from the
tomb where no one laid,
And now he wears a golden crown –
The debt for all he paid.
Rejetta Morse enjoys writing poetry so she can write about God and how He speaks through nature. Writing poetry is a new found purpose and hobby she discovered over recent years which brings her joy, peace, and encouragement. She also enjoys reading poetry and is working to learn more about the craft of poetry. She spends her free time singing with her church choir and listening to gospel music, watching biographical movies, and encouraging other people.