Thorns to Jewels

Thorns to Jewels

Genesis 3 14-19, Zechariah 9:16, Revelations. 19:12

The God of perfection decided to create his perfect world.
With endless energy he toiled for five timeless days.
Inspired by his Spirit and encouraged by his Son’s words of praise.
These words encouraged him to attempt a new design. This he had always hesitated to try because it meant giving up a part of himself. And doing so introduced the possibility that his perfection might be squandered. His son though, having the gift of words, convinced him and even offered help in keeping his father’s perfect design intent. So early on the sixth day God prepared the spirit inspired pattern. Then his son’s words called into being a perfect image of themselves.

God’s face lit up with a smile he could scarcely contain.
He placed the man on the earth to work the ground from which he came.
In perfect harmony they lived.
And God created from the man, a living woman.
And together they created a living from the fertile ground.

But sin darkened the images and all who from them came.
God cursed the sin that he in his images found
with painful birth and thorns that harmed the fertile ground.
God had to take up his Son’s offer to help restore his image.
Painful births must continue to ensure God’s salvation plan.
And to sustain these lives, men worked the thorn-infested soil with their hands.
And so the perfection of mankind died in Eden.

Only one painful birth would produce a perfect image again.
Sin was to be cursed through this perfect image of him.
Still, men worked the thorns with their hands.
They wove a crown and pushed it upon his brow.
And the blood that saves flowed from him now.
Then lifted up he bore the weight of sin with arms outstretched
Only his father could have saved him now.
God looked down from his throne, at the ground
and cursed the one on whom the crown of thorns was found.

And so the man of perfection died on earth. But God took back his son with open arms. He gave him his throne and an inheritance of many crowns. God picked his favourite and carefully placed the crown of jewels on his son’s thorn scarred brow. A jewel for each of the redeemed, it weighed light upon him now. God’s face lit up with a smile as he looked at his Son and saw us. We, the redeemed, are the jewels in his son’s favourite crown.

Love the way in which you presented creation so poetically and in a narrative style too. It really brought it to life, allowing us to feel the thoughts and emotion our God must have experienced. Nice work. I love it!