Crowns

I have read it in the good book

That the saints shall see reward

For the faith and love

That flows out of their lives

There is promise to receive the crowns

That never fade away

For the one who runs to win

There is the prize

I can picture in my mind

Of a great and glorious day

When the race has been run

When at last I stand

Before the throne of grace

And my eyes

Behold my saviour face-to face

My only hope and deepest prayer

At his feet as I bow down

Is to lay down all my crowns

There are crowns of life

And crowns of joy

And ones of righteousness

Shining emblems of a kingdom

We proclaim

Yet there's one that stands

Above the rest

That a man's already worn

Fashioned from the thorns

Of sacrifice and shame

Precious blood upon his brow

Stained a visage fulled with pain

Yet a king there was crowned, and

I will lay

I will lay down my crowns

I will lay

I will lay down my crowns