Throw down your earthly crown
Never mind how it sparkles and glows
The crown best worn is made of thorns
And from every thorn blooms a rose
From every thorn blooms a rose
Think not of earthly kings
Though they have precious stones and jewels
The one true king had none of these things
He had just a carpenter’s tools
He had just a carpenter’s tools
Think not of earthly queens
Though they might have wealth untold
Much more a queen was Mary Magdalene
She had a wealth in her soul
She had a wealth in her soul
Think not of palaces fair
And churches laden with gold
It was there in the market square
That all the lessons were told
All the lessons were told
Think not of the armies of man
The battles won and lost
THe cowardly man has blood on his hands
The brave man hangs from the cross
The brave man hangs from the cross
Throw down your earthly crown
Never mind how it sparkles and glows
The crown best worn is made of thorns
And from every thorn blooms a rose
From every thorn blooms a rose