The Price of One Crown

Written by Diana Perry Gillette

There is a crown for a king upon his throne
The winner of a beauty pageant has one to show
There was a crown worn by a king who took my place
They found no honor in this king of the human race

In Pilate’s hall He was tried for all my sins
They found no fault for He’d done nothing to be condemned
They placed that crown upon His precious head
The blood flowed through and stained the thorns a crimson red

This crown had no silver or gold
No shining diamonds to behold
Just plain old thorns pulled from a rugged tree
It symbolized the shame He bore, but He won’t wear it anymore
He traded it all to pay the price of one crown

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