Cursed...
Braiding the thorns that grew from my choice
Regrets woven with the ever-present sin
A crown of my making, leaving stripes deep red
A constant reminder, self-placed, upon my head
Blessed...
Let Me take your thorny curse, My diadem you'll wear
I offer you my righteous robe, Your burden I will bear
I call you "My Beloved", come dwell beneath My wing
Straighten up your golden crown, O Daughter of the King!
Psalm 45:13, Isaiah 53:4-5, 2 Corinthians 5:21, Psalms 91:4
Psalms36:7, Genesis 3:1-24, John 19:5, Romans 9:25
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