on his head was a crown of thorns, not of gold.
in his hands were nails pierced to his flesh, not a royal staff.
in his body was blood poured for our salvation, not fine garments decked with jewels.
behind him was a heavy wooden cross, not a lofty regal throne.
he fed the hungry, he was not the one who must be fed.
he came to serve, not to be served.
he was available to all, not to a few.
the real king is not adorned in gold,
but christ on the cross.
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