A second Quadrille for DVerse because I just wrote this and figured why not share. 🙂
They crowned Him
To mock Him,
But nothing
Could block Him
From extending grace to that crowd.
The Most High
Was never proud,
And never called angels
To take pain away:
He underwent suffering
As an act of loving,
Rose on the third day.
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Jenna – this is so beautifully penned.
It’s actually interesting – this poem made me think… one might say that he didn’t call for angels because he was too proud to, no? I mean no disrespect… just thinking aloud.
❤
David
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I’m glad it made you think. 🙂 That means a lot.
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So glad you decided to post this second poem: how can we think of crown without thinking of what our Savior bore for us?
Pax,
Dora
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So lovely. I like the way this builds to hope.
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