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)