Second Chances

He traded His throne in Heaven above

For a lowly carpenter's chair

He traded His beautiful Crown of Jewels

For a crown of thorns to wear

He laid down His robe of purest white

To wear the scarlet shame

He gave to them the breath of life

They used it to mock His name

He who made the waters and seas

Said to them "I thirst"

He offered them the best He had

They offered Him their worst

Though made in His own image

And supposedly civilized

They beat Him then they plucked His beard

Till He couldn't be recognized

The maker of the dogwood tree

Would die among its branches

And still He loved the world enough

To offer us second chances

Reviews

[Kruppz]

A touching poem. I read another's poem after long and realized how words can convey through the language of one's soul.

[Emily B]

beautiful words . . .

[RavenDelcor]

I like the interweaving of images between creation and divinity, especially:
"He who made the waters and seas
Said to them "I thirst"
He offered them the best He had
They offered Him their worst"
Herein lies how creation, us the creatures, continue to allow the thirst to exist, even after all of creation has been infused with the divine presence and example. We have as many second chances as it takes. Nice write.

[Lost in Wonderland]

This was such a beautiful and poetic summary of Jesus' life. Really, really well done