The soldiers wove a crown of thorns and put it on his head (John 19:2; NLT).
“They will look on the one they pierced” (John 19:37; NLT).
Lord Jesus,
Today, in contemplation,
You showed me
A single, perfect rose,
More beautiful
Than any seen on earth.
It left me wondering
Whether your crown was made
Of twisted briars,
Stripped of their blossoms,
Leaving only thorns,
And pain,
And suffering,
And death.