 JESUS WORE MY CROWN
I asked the Lord to show me
To take me back with Him;
Back through the portals of time
These thoughts are His, not mine.
I will honor this request from you
Because your heart is in tune with mine;
It will be very hard to understand
How inhuman people can be to a man.
The Word of God tells the whole story
You know I was sent here from glory;
I left my diety behind when I came
My life would never again be the same.
I was tested by the devil so he could see
There was no giving over of the Word;
I was tempted and tried as I stood by his side
"It is written", as I spoke, was all that he heard.
I taught thousands upon the hillsides
I fed multitudes of people in the noonday sun;
I knew that soon a night would come
Those I loved would leave me and run.
As that night approached upon me
I went to the garden of Gethsemane;
I sweat great drops of blood in prayer
I knew there could be no reprieve anywhere.
As Judas approached me in the garden
He would not look directly into my eyes;
Master, he spoke, as he gave me a kiss
Betrayed into the hands of soldiers like this.
They took my clothes and put me on trial
My silence seemed to make them angrier;
Flog him, I heard, as I turned my head
I wash my hands of this innocent blood, Pilot said.
They tied me to a post and took off my robe
I could see the sickening smile on the soldier's face;
There were nails and pieces of glass on that whip
Thirty nine stripes with that whip I was hit.
My back was like a piece of raw meat
It was bloody and torn, as blood ran down;
My beard had been ripped from my face with intense
force
My eyes could barely see how to walk this course.
A crown of thorns had been slammed into my head
Blood ran profusely down my face, it was said;
My teeth were loose from blows I'd received
I knew, as I fell with the cross, soon I'd be dead.
My cross was carried to Golgatha's hill
On that cross I was stretched out tight;
Spikes were nailed in my hands and my feet
The searing pain nearly shut out the light.
They stood that old cross upright
Then they dropped it down in a hole;
It seemed every joint was wrenched out of place
I no longer looked like I had a face.
In agony I gasped for breath after breath
As I tried to push myself up on the cross.
My breathing was torturous within my chest
God's love for mankind demanded this cost.
My God, My God, why have you forsaken me
Jesus cried out, as God the Father turned his face
away;
God, put on me, the sins of the world
It was over, salvation's price I did pay.
It is finished, as Jesus struggled to speak
The Lamb of God has paid the price;
Now there is nothing left to do
Just receive His blood sacrafice.
I could have called 10,000 angels
To come down and set me free;
But my beloved people, if I had
You could have never been with me.
The Holy Spirit raised me from the grave;
I ascended into heaven with my blood;
In the Holy of Holies on the Mercy Seat
Forever my blood makes man's salvation complete.
Words written by Lynne Gilmore
Given by the Holy Spirit
© Copyright March 23, 2005
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