We crown Him with a crown of thorns
This is the end of a life
That's been burdened for all that comes
The suffering manifest glory
Has come with the fullness of God
King of Kings, beaten and broken down
Why would He live like a servant
King of Kings, they said there's no way down
Why should He die like a slave
The throne will be above
The meek will inherit the earth
The last will be first to inherit the earth
I know down is the way up
So Master show me how to serve
The last will be first to inherit the earth
It should have been me
With the nails through my hands and feet
Facing the wrath of God
It should have been me
Left to pay for my sin forsaken
But in the blood I stand here
It should have been me
Born to die
Before the fire of God's
Holy wrath on his shoulders
Born to die
I watched Him pour out his life
As he wakes up for us
Man actually carried his cross on His back
Beaten and bloody and I saw myself there too
Cause I've been broken by a world that hates me
But I'm not alone anymore
No one can take His life
He laid it down for me
That twisted wreath of thorns
He took that crown for me
Then after three days pound up for ground for me
He overcame it all
Now I live to serve Him
With stripes on his back
Betrayed by the ones he loves so perfectly
We spit in his face and we crowned Him
We crown Him, with a crown of thorns
