| Choice of Crowns |
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The choice was pure simplicity - The crown of mine that I would bear, For one was jeweled and made of gold, The other, made of twisted thorns With aura 'round of cold despair; My common sense was one with self, And I desired the crown of gold; For fame is always near to heart And flesh avoids all thought of pain - I knew which crown my brow would hold! But as I reached for crown of gold I heard what seemed a distant cry; As wisdom pointed towards the truth, And told me that if I would live Like seeds of grain, I first must die! So wisdom points to foolishness! My will for just a moment torn, But knowing "foolishness" of God Is better than the best of men, I swiftly chose the crown of thorns! |
© Benjamin Graber
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