His Cross Became My Crown

Long before I knew Him, I begrudged having to go to Church,
Sitting by a little brook, beneath a crooked limbed, old birch.
But one night I felt his voice and I heard the Minister say
If you want to go to this lovely place called Heaven, this is the way.

I bowed to the Master ask Him to come into my own heart,
‘Cause never in my life span did I want this feeling, from me to part.
I saw in my heart the old rugged Cross. He bore up a hill that day
And I cried, Lord, I give my life to You and I will ever stay.

So He crowned me with Glory and His Cross became my crown
Because I want to be with my Savior in Heaven and hear the Angels sound.
I ask for His mercy and upon my heart He very lovingly did bestow
A crown of Glory born of a Cross he carried, as upon a hill He did go.

My crown was paid for by Jesus, as He hung and for my sins died.
When I really realized this, my heart bled and I hung my head and cried.
Lord Jesus forgive me, though naught did I do, way back then,
But since I received my crown, I know Jesus died for every sin.

He will show us the way to Glory, every step and every Prayer of the way.
He will lead us to victory again every time we err and go astray.
The old Cross was the burden that we all thank Jesus for today
For He took our punishment, He earned, for all of us an eternal stay.