Your's in Christ, The Reverend Cecil Smith
A CROWN OF THORNS
He stood alone forsaken,
By you and yes by me.
A crown of thorns upon His Head,
For all the world to see.
And though they mocked and scorned Him,
Not once did He complain.
But wore that ugly crown of thorns,
To free the word from shame.
With all the love He gave us,
The question is, oh how?
Could we place a crown of thorns,
Upon His Loving Brow.
And how could we forsake Him?
And leave Him there to die.
That awful crown upon His Head,
He wore for you and me.
