You wore my thorns

You wore my thorns, that I may know Your grace
Pierced by my sin, that I may see Your face
Loved and forgiven from shame and deep disgrace
You wore my thorns, You wore my thorns.

You wore my robe, You let them mock and sneer
You took the beating, You knew I could not bear
In this silent moment, I turn and see You there
You wore my robe, You wore my robe.

You felt my nails, and watched the hammer fall
Legions of angels You refused to call
Watched they who loved You, holy and appalled
You felt my nails, You felt my nails.

You bore my cross, You bore Your father’s frown
Tears on His face, His judgment took You down
Now it’s my turn to wear the thorny crown
For You bore my cross, You bore my cross.

You died my death, You gave Your life for me
Laid in my tomb of sin, You set me free
You loved a girl, who hurt You terribly
You died my death, You died my death.

Teach me to love what once I so despised
Live for Your smile, the love light in Your eyes
Ignite a flame of love that never dies,
You wore my thorns, You wore my thorns!

Jill Briscoe