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