Crown of Thorns

By Hannah Barber

They put a crown of thorns
Upon your head-
You, they crucified
In my stead.

Who is this man
Who chose to die-
So that I, a sinner
May someday join you up high?

You shed your blood
For one and all-
Only asking
For people to answer your call.

You love so great
And love so strong
You died for our sins
Though you had done no wrong.

About the Author: “My name is Hannah Barber and I am fifteen years old. I am currently in my first year of homeschooling, before this year I attended public school. I would like to have a poetry column that focuses on issues in our society today, whether it be society’s view of beauty versus true beauty, or about promoting your self worth. Everyone is worth just as much as every one else, and in our society I believe that teens don’t feel as though they mean enough. I want to inspire teens to feel better about themselves and to follow their dreams.”