Crown of thorns and hands of roses

Jesus offers me crowns of thorns.
I see them daily on the cross he bore.
Mary offers me roses in her hands laid bare.
I never met Mary until this past year.

Do you know Jesus came to save me?
The cross he dared to die.
Past sin and transgressions,
and all my lies.

He lets me touch his nail-pierced hands,
he tells me to touch his side.
Fear not, believe...he asks of me,
sweetly bide your time.
For eternity awaits
and Heaven knows your eyes.
They see glory, saints of old,
come near.

The angels write.
Heaven came near tonight.
Jesus sighs.
He knows He has his bride.
With bit and bridle,
she lays down.
Ready to submit to his gentle hand.
The horse and rider are brought down.
Humbled before her God.
Submitted to obedience as much
as she can bear.

Have you ever entered through
the eye of the needle?
For a camel it is not an easy task.

We find an example in the early fathers.
Like Mary who gathers bouquets to her bosom.
The Mother and Father Joseph,
offer to be our parents, too.
Why do we not introduce them to friends
and family and include them as part of
our life? I'm learning how...

Jesus told me about poetic justice.
That He is from above, but came down below
as a newborn to win mankind.

Echoes of darkness, laugh on the side.
Jesus births the Kingdom.
There in some hay,
in a manger lay,
The Revival.
Transforming,
hearts once torn,
to come back to the Lord.