I am the Crown, woven of pain
Placed upon the head, where holiness reigns
Thorns dig deep, blood meets earth
Witness to the agony, the divine rebirth
I am the symbol, of mockery and scorn
A king they see, yet with hatred adorn
Each piercing thorn, a tale to tell
Of innocence condemned, a world unwell
I am the witness, to the sacrifice
The silent observer, of the ultimate price
Upon the brow of the savior so worn
I am the Crown, I am the thorn
Heavy is the head that wears the Crown of Thorns
Echoes of the hammer, the sky forlorn
Metal and blood, the cross stands tall
For the love of one, who bore it all
I am the Crown, woven of pain
Given by those filled with jealousy and hate
No screams for mercy but he felt the pain
Abolishing sin, forgiveness reigns
I am the witness, to the sacrifice
The silent observer, of the ultimate price
Upon the brow of the savior so worn
I am the Crown, I am the thorn