I am the Crown of Thorns that was placed on His head,
That awful day He was crucified and He was dead.
My thorns cut into His skin and gave Him pain;
His blood dripped from His wounds again and again.
I was made to be painful, I am His Crown you see;
I pressed into His flesh and brought Him misery.
Three days later His tomb was found empty,
He has been Resurrected and lives again... oh, gee.
His wounds were all healed and He is whole again; He lives forever now and that is great, Amen.
