Post 119. The Cross, The Crook and The Crown

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The Cross, the Crook and the Crown

The Cross:

In the desert of my own choosing

I find a banquet laid out for me

In my wandering, thirst and hunger

I chance upon a strange tree.

 

A tree without branches, without fruit, without leaves

Yet the shade and the comfort is more than I need

I sit and I wonder with my head on my knees

How my heart can be so happy

Beneath such a strange and stark tree.

 

Something like liquid pours over my head

My thirst is quenched and my soul is fed

I have done nothing, only wandered and failed

Yet this tree has provided such comforting shade.

 

The Crook:

In the valley of confusion

I walked around and around

Shoulders bent and dragging feet

The path could not be found

 

With breaking heart and empty soul

I hated every step

Every rock and every scene

My life was totally spent

 

Through the mist of sin and shame

A rod and staff appeared

And then a man, a shepherd man

With a band around his head

 

He extended his rod and I fell to the ground

Then with the staff He lifted me up

He gently lifted me around His neck

Out of the dirt and muck

 

“This is going to be hard,” He said

And I said, “That’s ok. 

You can break my legs

Or do what you will,

As long as I find my way.”

 

The Crown:

On the mountaintop of life

When all was going well

I thought I was the best

My fame was soon to tell

 

With my head held high in the air

And my heart pumped up with pride

I came across a crown

Just lying on the side

 

Its jewels were just amazing

I could hardly stand the light

My eyes were almost blinded

The brightness was so bright

 

What I saw, I wanted

I wanted it for me

I wanted it so badly

For everyone to see

 

As my hand reached out to touch the crown

Lying on the ground

It turned to blood and thorns and pain

My heart began to pound

 

The owner of both crowns came by

And offered them to me

“Which one do you want the most?

Neither one comes free.”

 

The thorny one was ugly

So dull, so brown, so cheap

How could I possibly wear this one?

The humiliation would be deep.

 

But the gold one, yes

That would be fine

That would be just great

It fits me and it looks so good

Hey, this must be my fate.

 

The owner of both crowns

Looked down, at my expectant head

”Oh, you want the costly one,

The one that fits your head?

Come, let’s try and see

The truth of what you’ve said.”

 

As His hands came down,

The golden crown,  was held above my head

And then it changed to the ugly one

And with that the owner said,

“Greatness is the thing you want

And the glory and the gold

But these things will come to you

When the other crown you hold.

 

Without the thorns, the pain, the blood

The glory cannot be

That is why at this point in time

Both crowns will stay with me

 

It is clear that death is not for you

So where you are just pray

That you will see the thorny crown

As my only, perfect way.”

 

This was from a dream/visiony thing I had.  I woke up and wrote it down just as I had seen/heard it.  Written in a poetical season of my life.  First and last rhymie one.

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About lindia60

I was born in Durban 56 years ago and lived all my teenage life there. I have travelled extensively, seen many parts of the world and have settled with the fact that India is the best place to be. My husband, Tony and I have lived here for 26 years with our three children and it's just the beginning.. . My dream has come true. It has been a lengthy process but I am now a naturalised Indian Citizen. This is our story from beginning to .....

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