Second Chances
He traded His throne in Heaven above
For a lowly carpenter's chair
He traded His beautiful Crown of Jewels
For a crown of thorns to wear
He laid down His robe of white
To wear the scarlet shame
He gave to them the breath of life
They used it to mock His name
He who made the waters and seas
Said to them "I thirst"
He offered them the best He had
They offered Him their worst
Though made in His own image
And supposedly civilized
They beat Him then they plucked His beard
Till He couldn't be recognized
The maker of the dogwood tree
Would die among its branches
And still He loved the world enough
To offer us second chances
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