A purple robe

A purple robe, a crown of thorns,

A reed in His right hand;

Before the soldiers' spite and scorn

I see my Saviour stand.

He bears between the Roman guard

The weight of all our woe;

A stumbling figure bowed and scarred

I see my Saviour go

Fast to the cross's spreading spam,

High in the sunlit air,

All the unnumbered sins of man

I see my Saviour bear.

He hangs, by whom the world was made,

Beneath the darkened sky;

The everlasting ransom paid,

I see my Saviour die.

He shares on high His father's throne,

Who once in mercy came;

For all His love to sinners shown

I sing my Saviour's name.

No, I did not weave this out haha. It's actually a song, but it could be seen as a poem too. A very meaningful song that the congregation sang during Good Friday/Easter some time ago.

Do read it! :-)