A Crown of Love - Poem on John 3:16

 💔 A Crown for Love: A Poem on John 3:16 💔

“For God so loved the world…”

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They say love is a whisper, but His was a cry,
Ringing out through the heavens as He chose to die.
Not with thunder nor sword, but with nails through His hands,
He bore the weight of mercy the world couldn’t understand.

Upon that hill, where silence bled,
Where thorns crowned love and angels fled,
A cross stood tall, the sky turned black—
And the very breath of heaven didn’t fight back.

Can you hear the hammer fall?
Each strike a name—yours, mine, all.
The crowd jeered low, but grace rose high,
For God so loved—He chose to die.

See Him there—His back flayed raw,
Each stripe a ransom for every law
We broke with pride, we cursed with breath—
Yet He marched onward, kissed by death.

A lamb with eyes full of knowing pain,
He saw the mocking and still remained.
Spit ran down His sacred face,
But forgiveness held His gaze in place.

"Father, forgive them," was His plea,
While blood baptized the dust beneath His feet.
He didn’t need the nails to stay—
His love alone held Him that day.

He died. Yes, Christ was laid in stone,
Buried in a grave not His own.
But the grave could not hold what was holy and true,
Love broke the seal—and life broke through.

On the third day, when dawn still wept,
The earth shook as the Savior stepped
Out of the tomb with fire in His eyes,
Wounds still fresh, but death denied.

So now, dear soul, you stand at the hill—
Will you mock, or will you kneel?
Will you repent beneath the crimson flood,
And rise again, washed by His blood?

He didn’t die for fame or show—
He died because He loved you so.
Not just the pure, not just the wise,
But every soul that’s believed lies.

Repent, beloved—come turn around,
He traded thorns to give you crowns.
Eternal life is not a myth—
It’s written in the hands He lifts.

For God so loved... not just a phrase—
It’s the echo of nails, of mercy ablaze.
It’s the breath in your lungs, the beat of your heart—
It’s heaven reaching to tear sin apart.

Stand now. Weep now. Choose now—believe.
For the cross still calls, and the tomb’s still relieved.
Salvation is not a faraway thing—
It’s a crucified King who still wears His ring.

Come home, child. The blood still flows.
And the stone still rolls where true love rose.

✝️ “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son…” — John 3:16
Let that love not be wasted. Let it save you.

- Tyeshia Alston @Tyeshia's Chronicles