Thorns and Thistles

Both thorns and thistles come from Adam’s ground,
Were cursed when he committed our first sin,
Then woven in a crown of thorns around
The head of Him for us our nature mends.

And through Him all the earth is now redeemed,
Becomes an open gate to Paradise,
For from it bread and wine not what they seem–
Are Body, Blood of Him who paid our price. 

We gather at His feast within the gate,
Look forward to the feast that later comes
With Him who came to earth to share our fate–
Will rise with us as we like Him become.

Those thorns and thistles wound around His head
Adorn the One who rises from the dead.