Tuesday, July 20, 2010

A CROWN OF THORNS

There was no crown for Him of silver or of gold
There was no diadem for him to hold
But blood adorned His brow and proud it's stain He bore
And sinners gave to Him the crown He word

A rugged cross became His throne
His Kingdom was in hearts alone
He wrote His love in crimson red
And wore the thorns upon His head

He did not reign upon a throne of ivory
But died upon the Cross of Calvary
For sinners there He counted all He owned but loss
And He surveyed His Kingdom from a Cross

No purple robe He wore His bleeding wounds to hide
But stripes upon His back He wore with pride
And from the wounds there flowed a crimson, cleansing stream
That was a cover for the soul unclean

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