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

Its stain He wore

And sinners gave to Him the crown He wore

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,

He died upon the cross of Calvary

For sinners there He counted all

He owned but loss

And He surveyed His kingdom from His 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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