Life-Giving Thorns

He placed me as a crown on a beautiful earth
I filled it with thorns dirt, blood and death

Thorns of metal
Thorns of wood
Thorns of my heart
nail and wound.

I placed the thorns a crown upon his head
Bleeding he gave me life, grabbed me from the dead

Blood on my hands
Blood in his eyes
Blood in that cup
Tells me to rise

A crown is this city, the holy and clean
The glory of the Lamb makes thorns but a dream

Light of that place

Light of my dress
Light of His glory
Eternally blessed