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 bore

And sinners gave to him

The crown he wore

A rugged cross

Became his throne

His kingdom was

In hearts all alone

He wrote his love

That precious, precious love

In crimson red (crimson red)

And wore the thorns

Upon his head

(Crimson red)

No purple robe he wore

Those bleeding wounds to hide

But stripes, stripes upon his back

He wore that day with pride

And from the wounds there flowed

A crimson cleansing

A cleansing stream

That was a cover, oh yes, for the soul so unclean

Yes, it was

A rugged cross (a rugged cross)

Became his throne

His kingdom was

In hearts all alone

He wrote his love

In crimson, in crimson red (crimson red)

And wore the thorns

Upon his head

(A rugged cross)

A rugged cross

(Became his throne)

Became his throne

(His kingdom was)

His kingdom was

(In hearts alone)

In hearts alone

He wrote his love (he wrote his love)

In the crimson red (crimson red)

And wore the thorns

Upon his head (upon his head)

And wore the thorns oh yes

Upon his head

He wore the thorns

He wore the thorns

Upon his head