Everyone admires the crown on a king and wishes to be royalty, but only the King's shoes can tell the burden of his crown.

God says to me: “Son of man, what do you see?”

I sense what He's up to because He has done it before, I shut my eyelids but He gives me sight beyond the physical. 

Unable to ignore the gentle but firm, resounding command resonating in my spirit, I'm forced to blurt out: “The branch of an almond tree!”

With a side grin He says, "you have seen well, my child" then goes on to tell me the demands of what each gem decorating my crown signifies, and breathes upon my soul strength enough to carry it. 

Though I have many questions as to why "why's" exist and why these "why's" are connected to one me, my sight is activated to see the Wisdom of God in all. 

So blessed be God, the possessor of all. 

For He opens my eyes to see, my ears to hear, my senses to pick, and my mind to conceive. 

Because every crown of thorns, eventually becomes a crown of Glory.