by Joel Howard
No honor was given to you
O man of sorrows
No photographs were taken
No compliments made of you
What about you was recognized
as glorious by any of us?
We esteemed you not
An old, useless, broken, rugged man
But you really were the Savior, the Great I AM!
Who honored you when times were tough?
Who foresaw the victory? Not one of us
We had no honor to bring to you, lowly King
We had nothing but a crown of thorns, we were ugly!
You grew up among us, Jesus
But like unwanted clothing we took you back!
Striped your bent over back
We rejected you as King among us!
Surely your job was thankless
No honor did you receive from any of us