Darren Winfield - Crown of Promise Lyrics

Upon His head, a crown of thorns, a cruel and mocking swirl,
Yet in this painful coronation, the redemption of the world.
Each pointed barb, a sin of ours, a burden He would bear,
Yet through the pain, His sovereignty, and love beyond compare.
Crown of promise, thorns of grace,
Each piercing point, our sins erase.
King of suffering, Prince of peace,
In His torment, our release.
The prophets spoke of one to come, a ruler yet a lamb,
Who'd wear a crown not made of gold but of a thorny ram.
This King would rise above the pain, above the scorn and hate,
To bring us to His kingdom's gate, to set our paths straight.
Crown of promise, thorns of grace,
Each piercing point, our sins erase.
King of suffering, Prince of peace,
In His torment, our release.
The prophets spoke of one to come, a ruler yet a lamb,
Who'd wear a crown not made of gold but of a thorny ram.
This King would rise above the pain, above the scorn and hate,
To bring us to His kingdom's gate, to set our paths straight.
Crown of promise, thorns of grace,
Each piercing point, our sins erase.
King of suffering, Prince of peace,
In His torment, our release.
Oh, see the King who wears the thorns, who bears the weight of scorn,
Yet in His eyes, a flame of love, a new hope born.
For in this crown of suffering, our salvation's song,
He turns our mourning into joy, makes us strong.
Crown of promise, thorns of grace,
Each piercing point, our sins erase.
King of suffering, Prince of peace,
In His torment, our release.
So, let us bow before the throne, where grace and mercy meet,
And lay our crowns at His feet, so sweet.
For by His blood, we're welcomed in, our lives made new,
Crown of promise, eternal, true.