The Day He Wore My Crown

He went into the Garden
To pray as he'd done before
Stood there in Gethsemany.
As evil crouched at his door.

Thoughts filled his weakened mind
Whatever could Jesus do
To escape the dreadful curse
Intended for this Jew?

His wet hands shook profusely,
His knees trembled in fear
He knew nothing he could do,
"Xcept fall to his knees in prayer.

He cried out, "Have mercy
Upon me, oh, precious Lord
You are my heav'nly Father
Need you more than e'er before."

He groaned 'n' travailed in labor
There before his Father, God.
In agony, his tears flowed
His flesh did not want this job.

Sweat drops were extensive,
Perspiring from ev'ry pore.
The drops had become as blood
Portraying major stress for sure!

Oh, Heavenly Father, please
Let this cup pass 'way from me!
Nevertheless, not my will
I submit now unto thee.

His thoughts had become many,
How to retreat from the task
That now lieth before him
As he lay prostrate in the grass.

His heart was pouring forth
All the pain he felt inside.
He just had one small question,
"Tell me, my Father…why?"

His gown was saturated
From his own perspiration
How could his heart reject
This chosen generation?

He wrestled with his flesh
Shaking and tremb'ling in fear
For the crown that lay before him
None would even dare to wear.

Alas all was quieted,
His face lie buried in the dust.
Compassion overwhelmed him
He, now, knew that he must.

He picked up the twisted crown,
Plunged it deep into his head.
And as he did, his tremb'ling hands
Were all stained with crimson red.

I ne'er shall forget that day
His weakened body lay down
The day he gave his life for me,
The day he wore my crown!