I want pleasure in your sight
And I want to subscribe to your delight
So hold on and see what I do for you
Oh by the way, did you see me dressed in my beautiful robe?
My head was bleeding so red
But of all the thorns in my crown,
The roses blended instead
With my beautiful robe carries on,
I'll carry on
I cut down a tree
Said, "Man would you look at me"
I stuck my head in a thorn bush
Man I was deceived
Oh my brother, your hands are full of sores
But God bless you brother, my nails are longer then yours
I was crucified with Christ but how come I am not dead?
God gave me a cross but I made my own instead
My beautiful cross carries on,
I'll carry on
I cut down a tree
I nailed myself to the wood
I screamed in agony
'Cause the glory wasn't so good
I fell to my knees and
I remember the words of God pierced so hard,
"Your righteousness is like filthy rags" and
I fell to my knees and said, "God, my filthy robe!"
