Lenten Hymn 2

To mock your reign, o dearest Lord,
they made a crown of thorns,
set you with taunts along the road
from which no one returns.

They did not know, as we do now,
that glorious is your crown,
that thorns would flower upon your brow,
your sorrows heal our own.

O gracious Lord, a scorching lake,
a symphony of pain,
when God and man you did forsake -
for love and mercy’s reign!

They did not know, as we do now,
though powers rise and fall,
your kingdom shall not cease to grow
till love embraces all!