My Beautiful Robe

I want pleasure in Your sight

So hold on and see what I do for You

Oh by the way, did you see me dressed in my beautiful robe?

My head was bleeding so red

But of all the thorns in my crown, the roses blended

Instead with my beautiful robe carries on, I'll carry on

I cut down a tree said, "Man would you look at me"

I stuck my head in a thorn bush

Man I was deceived

Oh my brother, your hands are full of sores

But God bless you brother, my nails are longer than yours

I was crucified with Christ but how come I'm not dead

God gave me a cross but I made my own instead

My beautiful cross carries on, I'll carry on

I cut down a tree

I nailed myself to the wood

I screamed in agony

'Cause the glory wasn't so good

I fell to my knees and I remember

The words of God pierced so hard, "Your righteousness is like filthy rags"

And I fell to my knees and said, "God my filthy robe"