🎵 "The Crown Meant More"
(Lyrics By Gerald Logan)
(Verse 1)
They twisted thorns with cruel hands,
Mocking Him they could not understand.
A purple robe, a bitter jest,
They laughed and beat upon His chest.
But in that crown, so sharp and worn,
Lay a truth they’d all ignore—
It wasn’t just a thorny vine,
It was redemption’s holy sign.
(Chorus)
There was a greater meaning in the crown He wore,
More than pain and shame and blood it bore.
Each thorn pressed deep was love declared,
A Savior's heart laid open, bared.
They thought it scorn, but it was grace,
A holy plan to take our place.
Oh, the crown meant more than man could see—
It crowned the King who died for me.
(Verse 2)
They meant to mock, to bring Him low,
But Heaven’s light began to glow.
For every thorn that pierced His skin,
The gates of mercy opened wide within.
Upon His brow the thorns did rest,
But through that pain, He gave His best.
A King who chose a thorn-made crown,
So grace could flow and love come down.
(Chorus)
There was a greater meaning in the crown He wore,
More than pain and shame and blood it bore.
Each thorn pressed deep was love declared,
A Savior's heart laid open, bared.
They thought it scorn, but it was grace,
A holy plan to take our place.
Oh, the crown meant more than man could see—
It crowned the King who died for me.
(Bridge)
And now I see with eyes made new,
That cruel crown was mercy too.
It wasn't wrath, it wasn't fate—
It was love so fierce and great.
So when I fall, when I’m ashamed,
I look to Him who took my blame…
(Final Chorus)
There was a greater meaning in the crown He wore,
It opened Heaven’s sacred door.
The thorns they used to curse and kill
Became the mark of holy will.
A crown of thorns, a King adored—
Now I live, because He bore
The weight of sin, the wrath, the scorn—
And wore that crown the world had torn.
(Outro)
Yes, the crown they made with hate and scorn...
Was a crown of love on Resurrection's morn.
