As you wore those thorns on your head,
Even though we were not to see,
But the blood ran down your face,
It ran down like the tears, but they were not clear, but red.
This is taught to us that you gave you gave your life not just for me, but for everybody,
This is why we know that you are next to the Lord and you took your place.
You hung the for the sins not of your own,
But for someone like me,
This something that we can’t contest too,
As we can tell how the pain was unbearable just by hearing your groan.
Only if everyone could come to agree,
That you gave your life for me and you,
And how they drove in those nails and stayed there for everyone to see,
Thank you for taking my blame,
As it is written and as the Lord said,
That Christ gave His life was a gift by His Grace.
And this why, we should now listen to His only plea.
That He gave His life, and then He rose from the dead.
And that, He can’t not wait for us to come to Him and take our place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem