The Thorn Tree
The Thorn Tree by Danny C. Wash The thorn crown is on my head. Blood trickles down into my eyes, burning like fire. I can feel my heart pounding and I can hardly breath. Each breath requires me to lift myself up a little in order to breath and when I do I feel the pain of my feet and hands tearing a little. The soldiers have beaten me with their whips and reviled me. O, Father forgive them for they don’t know what they are doing. The thorn pricks, dig deep and remind of the curse on all mankind and all of the earth because of sin. Father, I take this curse upon My head and My entire body, so that those who believe may escape the curse of sin and death through Me. Father, I hang here on this cross in pain, agony, and humiliation, so You may lay upon Me, the sins of the world, drinking this cup of evil sin to the dregs, as the perfect sacrificial lamb of God, that You may have One representing all, yet I have committed no sin or depa