I Was the Thorn

I was the thorn;
I was the crown.
I caused the bitter pain and blood spilled on the ground
When You were hung upon the tree,
And You were bound in agony.
I was the thorn.
I was the crown.

But you looked down
And saw my need
When I deserved to die this death, You intercede.
Your matchless Gift upon the tree
Has burst my chains – now I am free!
For you looked down
And saw my need.

You are my Lord!
You are my Crown!
You pulled me from the pit and set me on the ground.
I once was lost, but now am found!
In holy joy I now abound.
You are my Lord, (and now)
You are my Crown.

My Crown,
My Crown,
My Crown.



Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin John Everson
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