Crown of Thorns

Silent echoes in a courtyard, shadows whisper tales of pain

A crown of thorns, a purple robe, a man stood in disdain

Stripped of his dignity, surrounded by jeering cries

Battered by the world’s cold hand, beneath indifferent skies

They mock the king of the Jews, a throne in mockery's guise

But his eyes hold a story none can realize

Can you see through the wounds, beyond the bitterness?

A soul bleeding quiet, seeking only forgiveness

Hail, king of tears, crowned in silent sorrow

Worn by the world’s disdain, hopeful for a better tomorrow

He bears the cross, the pain, for love’s divine call

In his suffering, he stands tall

Pilate’s voice echoes, innocence in his gaze

A clash of justice and fear, lost in the maze

The crowd’s deafening roar, demands to end his days

But still he holds the light, igniting hope in the haze

Can you see through the wounds, beyond the bitterness?

A soul bleeding quiet, seeking only forgiveness

Hail, king of tears, crowned in silent sorrow

Worn by the world’s disdain, hopeful for a better tomorrow

He bears the cross, the pain, for love’s divine call

In his suffering, he stands tall

Rise from the darkness, see the love that endures

Amidst the suffering, a love that’s pure

His story, a beacon in the night

Unbreakable, shining bright

Silent echoes in a courtyard, shadows whisper tales of pain

But in that silent suffering, love forever remains