The Thorns
The Thorns
The thorns they placed on his head.
More of Jesus blood was spilled for the worlds sin’s
The thorns embraced his head like Jesus embraced the world.
The day he was crucified his love spread like wild fire across,
the world to end to end giving us away to see heaven’s holy land.
An Jesus’ great love wants again .
So when you think of love think of the thorns on the budding
rose .
So beautiful and tender then you can see the love of Jesus.
Blooming before you like the dew of the morning fallen all
around you.
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