These Thorns

Piercing to the touch
the thorns He bore cut deep,
growing tall like every tree
these roots do gently weep.

Nimbly knives separate thin branches
for crafting something light,
wishing to be rid of stresses
these thorns deliver their plight.

Pushing down – blood does trickle
torn flesh does heed,
bearing all our sins – beforehand,
this crown our souls does feed.

Generations of sinners do thrive
on layers of His actions,
fueling hearts to acquiesce
His kingdom abstractions.

About leewaggoner

Father, educator, musician, cyclist, writer, and avid reader. I love all things about life and love observing but especially writing about them.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s