Danielle Rose - Crown Of Thorns lyrics

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My seed was born <br />

One bright spring morn <br />

In gardens grown by God. <br />

Out of the earth <br />

My stem gave birth <br />

To petals red as blood. <br />

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The gentile rain <br />

My growth sustained, <br />

And like each seed God sows, <br />

I dreamed one day <br />

That I'd be named <br />

A king's most precious rose. <br />

-- <br />

One day a soldier <br />

Bent me over, <br />

Tore me from my bed. <br />

All beaten, battered, <br />

My stem tattered, <br />

Wanted but for dead <br />

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In cruel hands ripped, <br />

My beauty stripped, <br />

'Twas not the dream I chose, <br />

And filled with shame, <br />

I wept in pain, <br />

No more a precious rose. <br />

-- <br />

Then I did see <br />

The soldiers lead <br />

A man through palace doors. <br />

Was this my king? <br />

Why did they bring him in, <br />

This man so poor? <br />

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A purple garment <br />

Hid the torment <br />

None but I could see. <br />

They mocked and laughed, <br />

Gave him a staff, <br />

And bowed on bended knee. <br />

-- <br />

They bent me round <br />

And wove a crown <br />

And placed me on his head. <br />

My petals found <br />

Crushed on the ground, <br />

Like tears of God turned red. <br />

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With each small sin <br />

I was pressed in. <br />

I pierced with self-disdain. <br />

In thought and deed <br />

I made him bleed, <br />

My selfishness, his pain. <br />

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"Behold!" they'd sing, <br />

"Behold your King! <br />

Hail, King of the Jews!" <br />

With each reed's blow, <br />

Our pain did grow, <br />

As one we were abused. <br />

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Despite the crown <br />

He did not frown; <br />

He smiled with love instead, <br />

And carried me <br />

For all to see <br />

Upon his tender head. <br />

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Once placed with awe <br />

In manger straw, <br />

Anointed by John's hands, <br />

Transfigured on <br />

A mountain dawn, <br />

Now wore a mangled branch. <br />

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Once gently kissed <br />

By Mary's lips, <br />

And blessed with magi's myrrh, <br />

Baptized by <br />

A parting sky, <br />

Now streamed with blood so pure. <br />

-- <br />

An innocent brow <br />

Calls to us now <br />

To follow this example: <br />

To let our thorns <br />

And all that scorns <br />

Be healed within his temple. <br />

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Though dreams may fade, <br />

Each one was made <br />

In seed that Jesus sows. <br />

And now I see <br />

I'm called to be <br />

The King's most precious rose.