A pattern of thorns placed upon a brow
Unveiling a crown, dignity not to allow.
A pattern of heading up Calvary’s hill
Steep and roughed as to break one’s will.
A pattern of pillage of the mind and flesh
Taunting and mocking to amply enmesh
A pattern of rejection encased on a tree
Gnarled and crooked, no beauty to see.
A pattern of royalty hung between thieves
Seizing a moment of overwhelming griefs
A pattern of nails driven in a pure hand
Revealing the cruelty of the cynical man.
A pattern of blood gushing from a King’s side
Piercing the spirit, humility no room to abide
A pattern of a robe engaged in a game
Soldiers gambling lots, to the owner’s defame.
Then comes a pattern of mercy and grace
Because of Calvary, transgressions to erase
For a pattern of love died for our sins to depart
Devotion designed in our God’s own heart.
A Pattern of Love, written by Karen Hopper
3 comments:
So very thankful for that pattern.
That is so beautiful! Awesome thought....
What a wonderful poem, Karen! Thank God that the pattern of all that suffering led to mercy ang grace.
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