Crown And Chair

Crown and Chair summer fall 200

A King of men is easy to find 

But a king of God is rare

In all the earth only one I found

Worthy of the Crown and the Chair

Crown of thorns, coat of sorrows

Heart of love, mind of God

Death of shame, grave of stone

Earth could not keep his bone

Scholars pick their brains

And every man a scholar

But God alone brought Him up 

Precious stone, bright and rare

Worthy of the crown and the chair

I prepare myself to meet you

As if we’d never been apart

Your love all inside my heart

Your promise all my rest

Your love all within my breast

But the heart of a rebel has no home

Even when it sits upon the throne

Many roads in this great wide earth

Only one way home

The Kings of Men, are they rebels wearing crowns

Gold gathered of the earth

Their power to save

Overshadowed by their frowns

When they die,  They gather to their graves

The earth keeps their bones The scholars pick them clean

Their crowns lie in museums 

Their crimes are noised abroad

The heart of a rebel has no home

Even when it sits upon the throne