This crown of thorns upon his head
Pierced his flesh until He bled.
Taunting mockers in the crowd
Skies enveloped with dark shroud.
Forgiveness to one criminal
The other faced his fall.
A great curtain ripped in two
One last breath for me and you.
The heavens cried
As our Savior died.
Upon that wondrous cross,
A reminder: not all is lost.
Hope for the rich and poor,
Who would you die for?

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