He Wore a Crown of Thorns For Me
Whenever I feel discouraged,
Or am just too blind to see,
What purpose there is for my life on earth,
This thought is what comforts me.
I think about a Man Whose Name
Means, oh, so much to me,
You see, He wore a crown of thorns,
That He might set me free.
He wore a crown of thorns for me,
And bore so patiently,
All that the soldiers of Rome did think,
Would destroy His dignity.
He wore a crown of thorns for me,
And put up with all the shame,
The soldiers could deal out to Him,
For our sins He took the blame.
He wore a crown of thorns for me,
And I could never pay,
Him back for all that He endured,
And suffered there that day.
So I must love my fellow man,
The way He wants me to,
And that is how I'll know the peace,
He gives to those who do.
(copyright 10/30/15)
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