Precious, precious crown of thorns,
On my Savior's head was worn.
The thorns they pierced his precious skin,
As he died for all our sins.
The crown was ment to mock our king,
And bring him pain as each thorn did sting.
But that precious, precious crown of thorns,
Just reminded him why he was born.
He was born to die for all our sins,
He was born to save us mortal men.
A cross ,three nails ,and a crown of thorns,
Is why the king of man was born.
