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A crown of thorns is around His brow, as if
He were a king. And truly He was a king, and He
never was more kingly than in that hour.
He was kingly in His bearing.
He made no plea in His own defense.
He was kingly, too, in His love.
There had not been a shade of bitterness
in His heart, under all the cruelties and
sufferings He had endured.
He was kingly also in His suffering.
His was a crown of sorrow, for He was the
Redeemer of sinners.
Thorns were the fruit of sin, and He took our
curse upon Him, that we might receive a
Crown of life. He was subjected to shame in the
eyes of the world, that we might be welcomed
to glory.
Never was He more kingly than he was
on that dreadful, yet glorious day.
J.R. Miller
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