The Kingly Crown

The Crown of Thorns
A-mocking were,
Proclaimed Himself a ‘King’.
The Jewish race
Did not, Him, see,
Defeat, they tried to bring.

There’s been none since,
Nor e’er will be,
Alike, there’s been none other
The ONLY one,
Creators Son,
Borne by a virgin mother.

Baalzebub,
His hands did rub,
When Christ did breath His last,
He thought he’d won,
BUT, - then, God’s Son,
HE ROSE, 

Triumphant blast.