O Christ, the pain You bore
The shame that you did bear
As into Your innocent hands
The spikes of Satan did tear
The circle of thorns You wore
With hate, they called it Your crown
The thorns embedded in Your brow
Blood from Your side flowing down
How the skies wept that day
For the Lamb of God was slain
Alone and dying on the cross
Forgiveness of sins man's gain
The story did not end that day
Upon a cruel cross
The resurrection of our Lord
Our burden of sin was lost
Anxiously we await the day
When Christ will claim His own
As He offers His nail scarred hand
And comes to take us home
Written By: Granvilee (Bud) Kelley
