Jesus Christ!

He wore a whole crown of them
in honor of the one you
stuck in your side.

You did it to yourself,
and now it pains you
to know you did it

to yourself!

I am sad for the pain…
the pain you feel…
the pain that leads you…

the pain that breeds
your disdain for humanity.
I cried for you last week…

for your soul!

You read each day
how the world hates
what you did.

You wonder how
you so enjoyed it,
reveling in your power…

using lust!

Prayers for the ugly
are so difficult,
but the tears were real.

I cried for you last week
as death stands before you.
What will you say when HE

asks about that thorn?