I met a ragged man,
Who walked a crooked mile.
Though he was stooped and weary,
I thought I caught a smile.
He was walking down the lane,
Bloody and beat down.
And on His head a band of thorns,
Encircled as a crown.
I asked Him, “Why so cheerful,
When you know a dreadful end?”
He beamed a smile right back at me,
“It’s all for you my friend”.
Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12:2 (KJV)
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