By Yasen Vedrin
(The Bird Within You)
The crown of thorns is meekly worn,
In silence, quiet, with no spite.
All earthly questions are forsworn –
If you are wrong or you are right.
In worlds of wild and fierce hounds,
With souls that in the pit remain,
Do not expect a hand bounds
To come and save you from the pain.
Remember well the words of God,
Since Adam’s ancient, distant time,
That thorns shall grow upon the sod,
And thistles rise in every clime.
The fleshly nature cannot share
A way to spare you from the hate,
Even when Morning Star so fair
Shines on your forehead and your fate.
With four sharp nails and thorny crown,
For Holy Words that He once said,
The golden crown was handed down
Upon the Christ’s immortal head.
The crown of thorns is meekly worn,
But you just smile with love and grace,
For you perceive why you were born
To face the hardships of this place.
And Christ in you will be revealed –
Upon the Cross, a Rock so brave.
The sacred Meaning is unsealed:
To taste His Crown before the grave!
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