the cross and the crown

the cross and the crown

came tumbling down

crusted with gull and blood

what an ensemble to wear

no gold and silver

no jewels to glimmer

twisted and cruel

made of rage, worn for salvation

blood and sweat drip

from each crevice and fingertip

whip,  crack, snap

stab him here

crowds chant and cry

“crucify”, watch him die

until the curtain tears, the earth quakes

“Father forgive them, they know not what they do”

each time the cock crows

they deny

not willing to carry the cross 
or wear the crown

even just for one day

or to repent or pray

if only they knew what heaven awaits

and the promises that God has made.

who is they, them

or is it I?

that crucified

hung on the cross to die...

only to rise

forgive

love

live

eternally
and the cross and crown
he will wear
in glory and splendor
until now and ever after.