THANKFUL FOR THE THORNS     

By  Dean Beaty  10/7/02

 

Please don’t think that I am cruel for what I am to say.

I’m thankful for the crown of thorns as on His brow they lay.

I am thankful for the Roman nails that pierced His hands and feet.

For all the hate of cruel men, could not God’s plan defeat.

 

Each act of vicious hatred; the scourge that tore His back,

None of these could stop Him.  Nor from His work detract

He set His face toward Calvary, God’s will He would fulfill.

Though falling ‘neath the heavy cross, He stumbled up the hill.

 

Each time they smote the Savior or spit upon His face.

Or when they bowed before Him and mocked Him in disgrace.

These added to the total gift, of love beyond degree.

Each one showed forth the fullness of Christ’s great love for me.

 

The sum of all His suffering, much more than we can know,

Is given as His wondrous gift; the love of God to show.

I’m thankful for God’s love for man as shown on Calvary,

The love that sent God’s Son to earth, to die for you and me.