The little sin that seems too small and slight
to trouble us at all,
which no one knows of, or CAN know,
--Except that Blessed One above,
who yearns toward us with tender love
that strive against our flesh below;
It may not be so great a sin
as that which drove the sharp nails in...
(In pitying love His eyes looked down)
...Or spear with which His side was torn...
But it may be another thorn -
A thorn in His empurpled crown.