VERSE 1
A crown of shining gold once brightly gleaming,
It crowned a mighty king, renowned for leading.
But now it rests behind a glass inside a hall,
For that great king who ruled his kingdoms, strong and tall,
Fell sick and could not bear the weight that pressed him down.
He left his golden crown behind… and lost his crown.
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VERSE 2
A lovely wreath once worn by a strong athlete,
Who ran his many races, claimed his victories sweet.
But as the years went by, his strength began to fade,
No power left, no memory of the strides he made.
His glory slipped away, his triumphs lost their sound.
He left his lovely crown behind… and laid it down.
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VERSE 3
But in the corner lies a crown of thorny briar,
Pulled from a rugged bush along a dusty fire.
It still bears traces of the blood the Savior shed,
For He who wore that painful crown was struck and bled.
He died, but rose again, now reigning evermore.
He is the King of all my life — forever Lord.
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REFLECTION
Now thinking on these crowns — the gold, the athlete’s, thorns —
I see how earthly glory fades and soon is gone.
But one crown holds a worth no other can employ:
The thorn‑crowned King whose blood has won eternal joy.
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REPEAT
But in the corner lies a crown of thorny briar,
Pulled from a rugged bush along a dusty fire.
It still bears traces of the blood the Savior shed,
For He who wore that painful crown was struck and bled.
He died, but rose again, now reigning evermore.
He is the King of all my life — forever Lord.
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ENDING (Refrain)
He is the King of all my life — forever Lord.
He is the King of all my life — forever Lord.
He is the King of all my life — forever Lord.
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