His Thorns Shall Bloom

Commission

Oil on Panel

© 2022 Adelaine Nohara

His Thorns Shall Bloom

A Poem by Adelaine

A gentle rain spurts forth from pain

To drench the dust His Heart has claimed.

The drops are red, from piercings bled

And drunk in full by His first seed –

A rose that grows on Calvary.

Beholding Christ whose tears are life

Her petals sing a hymn of strife.

No greater grief can roses meet

Than to see beauty so undone:

The bruising of God’s only Son!

Her anguish sighs yet she does rise

Determined to give Him her eyes.

Behold this King and with her bring

What gratitude the dust can give:

A heart that loves as Love does live.

But oh! The crown that does surround

His tortured brow must be unbound.

The thorns converge like voices heard

And hammered in from every side

Inlaid with grace as men deride.

Thorns and scorn she long has borne

Upon her stem they always form

To pierce and prod, draw her to God;

Yet seen on Him, her sinless Child –

Her heart is torn as He’s reviled.

To Him she cleaves as their Hearts bleed

To bring a rose from our misdeeds

Transforming wounds and opening tombs

Until our debt has been redeemed

Beyond our hopes and wildest dreams!

The King of Thorns has been reborn

To Heaven’s heights with light adorned.

No wound’s too great to recreate

When shared with Him who took it all:

Upon the Rose was laid our Fall.

From blood-soaked soil and grievous toil

Comes forth the rose of every royal

son or daughter of the Father.

Confronted with the darkest gloom

Be not dismayed: His thorns shall bloom!