Crown of Gold

Written by Norm Labonte

Eternal King and savior, this I vow:
It is you that I desire to behold!
I notice first the crown upon your brow,
But why do I see thorns instead of gold?

Now my eyes are opened to observe
The wounds upon your back, so fiercely made;
Reminding me of stripes which I deserve,
That should have, in your stead, on mine been laid.

Your hands and feet are clearly now in view,
And seeing these I know the pain you bore
To make it so that I could live for you,
And have that blessed joy you suffered for.

Your wounded side, pierced by a soldier’s thrust,
Reveals your tender heart of love for me.
And though I’m made of only ash and dust,
Your death ensures what I now clearly see.

All this was done to open eyes like mine,
Which only see the realm of this domain
And cannot apprehend this sight divine
Except by grace through faith you make it plain.

Eternal King, my savior, this I vow:
It is you that I desire to behold!
Before your blood-stained feet I humbly bow,
And see your crown of thorns as purest gold.