Removing the Crown of Thorns From the Head of Jesus

Abba Yah, want you permit me

To remove your blessed son from the tree?

To take the thorns from His head

The place where he bleed

Want you permit me, please?

To release His wrists from the tree

Want you permit Him to be free

I will remove the nails from His feet

Silence the utterings in the streets

Wrap Him in fine-linen, the purest, as we weep

Give Him back His garments for all to see

Dear Lord, want you allow me to set Him free?

Want you allow me to remove His thorns so that I can see

As a turtle dove, my savior, let me be

At His feet, for I am ashamed-of all humanity