The purple robe that Jesus wore,
Was stained a crimson red,
As they dragged Him to the Cross,
And through the crowds was led.
They crowned His head with many thorns,
As crowds looked on that day,
They mocked my precious Jesus,
As He was led away.
He did no wrong to anyone,
Still they nailed Him to a Cross,
Not even really knowing themselves,
His death would save all lost.
"Oh the pain" He must have suffered,
It would break your heart in two,
I hope you finally realize,
He did it all for you.