We choose red wine, dark chocolate, a rose
Candle-light dinner, music, new clothes
We choose things of comfort and sweetness too
Gifts from the heart to say, ‘I love you’
He chose a crown made of thorns, not the rose
Some nails and a cross are the symbols He chose
Rough blood-stained timber on a darkened hill-side
Crying, “Father, forgive them,” He loved as He died
Candle-light dinner, music, new clothes
We choose things of comfort and sweetness too
Gifts from the heart to say, ‘I love you’
He chose a crown made of thorns, not the rose
Some nails and a cross are the symbols He chose
Rough blood-stained timber on a darkened hill-side
Crying, “Father, forgive them,” He loved as He died
Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!