Danielle Rose Crown Of Thorns Lyrics

Crown Of Thorns Lyrics

My seed was born 

One bright spring morn 

In gardens grown by God. 

Out of the earth 

My stem gave birth 

To petals red as blood. 



The gentile rain 

My growth sustained, 

And like each seed God sows, 

I dreamed one day 

That I'd be named 

A king's most precious rose. 

-- 

One day a soldier 

Bent me over, 

Tore me from my bed. 

All beaten, battered, 

My stem tattered, 

Wanted not but dead 



In cruel hands ripped, 

My beauty stripped, 

'Twas not the dream I chose, 

And filled with shame, 

I wept in pain, 

No more a precious rose. 

-- 

Then did I see 

The soldiers lead 

A man through palace doors. 

Was this my king? 

Why did they bring him in, 

This man so poor? 



A purple garment 

Hid the torment 

None but I could see. 

They mocked and laughed, 

Gave him a staff, 

And bowed on bended knee. 

-- 

They bent me round 

And wove a crown 

And placed me on his head. 

My petals found 

Crushed on the ground, 

Like tears of God turned red. 



With each small sin 

I was pressed in. 

I pierced with self-disdain. 

In thought and deed 

I made him bleed, 

My selfishness, his pain. 

-- 

"Behold!" they'd sing, 

"Behold your King! 

Hail, King of the Jews!" 

With each reed's blow, 

Our pain did grow, 

As one we are abused. 



Despite the crown 

He did not frown; 

He smiled with love instead, 

And carried me 

For all to see 

Upon his tender head. 

-- 

Once placed with awe 

In manger straw, 

Anointed by John's hands, 

Transfigured on 

A mountain dawn, 

Now wore a mangled branch. 



Once gently kissed 

By Mary's lips, 

And blessed with magi's myrrh, 

Baptized by 

A parting sky, 

Now streamed with blood so pure. 

-- 

An innocent brow 

Calls to us now 

To follow this example: 

To let our thorns 

And all that scorns 

Be healed within his temple. 



Though dreams may fade, 

Each one was made 

In seed that Jesus sows. 

And now I see 

I'm called to be 

The King's most precious rose.