PRAISE be to the one and only purest light, who trampled upon his unfading crown to gladly take up a crown of thorns for my sake, in order for me to become unfading royalty.
Has there ever been a love like this, where a King would toss aside His throne to sit on the carpet of His servant, washing his feet.
Has there, ever?
"Jesus your blood has made my hands clean." - Rivers and Robots
