Crown of Thorns

It should have been a kingly crown,
 With gold and diamonds all around.
 The previous brow with jewels adorn,
 Instead He wore my Crown of Thorns.
 The poet's rhyme could not express
 The depths of my unworthiness
 Nor could the songs of seraphims
 Convey my praise and love for him.
 He wore my crown of thorns and died
 Upon my cross they pierced his side
 And it was me that should have borne
 The cross, the nails, this crown of thorns
 The cross, the nails, this crown of thorns.
 The grace of Christ is like a rose
 Whose beauty shines and daily grows
 But just beside the grace we see
 Our thorns and pain, he bore for me.
 He wore my crown of thorns and died
 Upon my cross they pierced his side
 And it was me that should have borne
 The cross, the nails, this crown of thorns
 The cross, the nails, this crown of thorns.
 I should have on the cross.
 In this grace,
 He wore my nails, my crown of thorns.