A Bed of Thorns

Nails driven through hand and feet

Raised on dusty roads in desert heat

Price of ascension's glory

Curtain fall of the sacrificial story

Proud humbled and meek inheriting Earth

Hell harrowed and bereft of Satan's mirth

Spoken down with the weight on my shoulders

Weight of sin greater than a million boulders

I didn't heed the call

Even though His blood paid for it all

A crown for He and a bed for me

Spoiled and forsaken yet free

Walking with the nephilim borne

Lay with sinners on a bed of thorns