Two gentle hands search through linens,
A certain color sought,
They search through all the fabric,
That all the merchants brought.
A color that would show some worth,
A fabric that was rare,
A color that would catch your eye,
A fabric weaved with care.
A robe made for an earthly King,
To prove his royalty,
To wear while sitting on the throne,
And show his dignity.
Before the people stood a man,
Falsely was accused,
And every accusation,
Against this man was used.
Upon his head was placed a crown,
Woven out of thorns,
And after stripes had laced his back,
A cross for him was formed.
The very robe that had been made,
To show a Kingly worth,
Found itís way onto the back,
Of the greatest King on earth.
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