Sovereign

A cross for a banner and thorns for a crown

Nails as His scepters and blood upon His brow

His body beaten and bloodied, clothes rent and torn

Through the streets, on His shoulders our burdens borne

All the while they mocked and jeered Him

He could do naught but love and pity them

With His final breath, He forgave their sin

As His Spirit withdrew into Heaven

Followers embalmed and buried Him in a tomb

Satan thought he won, but it meant his doom

For three days later, the stone rolled away

And out stepped the Life, the Truth, the Way

He looked a servant when He came, but left Sovereign

To give up all we have for Him is a small loss for eternal gain

For all we could ever gain here, nothing can go with us

Will we choose to serve our own desires, or to serve Jesus?

Choosing the one leaves us empty and our spirit condemned

Choosing Christ will find us filled, and our spirits redeemed