He Wore Thorns

If I must go a second mile
Of pain and misery
Lord, help me do it with a smile
For You wore thorns for me…

If I must suffer grief and woe
And count all things but loss
Remind me Lord, how long ago
You bled upon a cross

If I must daily die to self
Oh Lord, help me to see
The image of Your perfect Son
Dying on a Tree

If I am pierced with sorrow, Lord
Or treated here with scorn
Remind me of a cruel sword
And how You wore the thorns

This poem was a finalist in the May 2011 poetry contest