He Chose To Love
Bolted, bent,and borrowed
A crown of thorns upon a tree
He gave deep down within the bone
A sacrifice that made you free
Ridiculed and spat on
Nothing left, there was no more
Stolen from His mother
Blood on her hands, her heart was torn
Embracing all the things foretold
God served them them all upon His plate
The Prince of Peace
The Mighty King
Who chose to love and not to hate
His selfless love and His compassion
Were not human but divine
Just what might He'd been thinking
When He was called to meet His plight?
All hail King of the Jews
To Calvary and meet Your fate
But yet again it was the same
He chose to love and not to hate
Copyright © Amy Bohack | Year Posted 2012
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