Crown of Thorns

In loving kindness
Compassionate and gracious
You reached out Your hand to me
Dragged in the streets by mockers
By scoffers and thieves
Each to their own death they spit in Your face
You wept tears of forgiveness in loving and humble grace...
He wept tears of grace, thinking of me still in my grave
Reached down His hand in Redeeming Grace
The stench of death hung over me
Reached down to say:
“Son, you are free from this death you face!"
"I’ll pay the price, I’ll give my life, I’ll lead the way."
“Son, you must turn and must follow me!”
Humble King
"Follow me."
Humble King
"Follow me."
Humble King
“Son, you are free from this death you face!”
My heart breaks
My heart breaks
My heart breaks
My heart breaks
I see them shove it down... shove it down
Crown of Thorns
Crown of Thorns
Crown of Thorns
Crown of Thorns