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Apr 2016
The crown,
they said
would hurt
His head,
but he didn't
cry
and it hurt
inside.
Maybe we
should remember
that
they taunted, mocked
and on Him
spat.
The times we
want to cry
and feel as if
we might die,
know
He's been there
and we can share
new hope found
within
the crown.
Written by
Kathryn Heim
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