Crown of Thorns
We shrink at every swing of the hammer,
We cry with every thrust of the nail.
These soldiers know their business of torture,
The panic rises it never fails.
The crosses rise and fall with a judder,
Into the holes filled with blood and rain.
Come crashing down, making me shudder.
My heart is bursting now with the pain.
Crown of thorns, crown of thorns,
They made me their king with a crown of thorns
Crown of thorns, crown of thorns,
They made me their king with a crown of thorns
The joker on my left started laughing.
Hysteria had a hold on his soul.
“If you’re the king get us out of this place,
‘cause brother right now we’re in a hole.”
While on my right a voice started crying,
“You fool; we’re getting what we deserve.
This man’s done nothing, Lord please remember
Me in your kingdom, I’m ready to serve.”
Crown of thorns, crown of thorns,
They made me their king with a crown of thorns
Crown of thorns, crown of thorns,
They made me their king with a crown of thorns
The men drew lots to see who inherits
My worldly goods though they were so few.
If they’d looked up they’d see heaven waiting,
But they looked down at the dice they threw.
Crown of thorns, crown of thorns,
They made me their king with a crown of thorns
Crown of thorns, crown of thorns,
They made me their king with a crown of thorns
At noonday midnight fell like a judgement,
Heaven’s thunder roared and punishment fell.
“My God, my God how could you forsake me?
And leave me here in this living hell.”
Crown of thorns, crown of thorns,
You made me their king with a crown of thorns
Crown of thorns, crown of thorns,
You made me their king with a crown of thorns
It wasn’t soldiers hung me on this tree.
It wasn’t priests condemned me to death.
It wasn’t nails that held me here bleeding.
For love of you I gave my last breath.
Crown of thorns, crown of thorns,
You made me your king with a crown of thorns
Crown of thorns, crown of thorns,
You made me your king with a crown of thorns
Copyright Michael Thomas 2008
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