All For Me

All For Me - Mary Blake

A crown of thorns upon your head

Where one of gold should go instead

Pressing down until you bled

All for me all for me

Bruised and beaten by the crowd

Mocked and scorned they led you out

Grief and pain was all you found

All for me all for me

If I had been the only one

You would have done it still for love

What grace untold what love indeed

All for me all for me

The blood flowed down your wounded side

The people laughed your father cried

The Son of God laid down to die

All for me all for me

Your body weak and wracked with pain

The sinless one the King of Kings

Hung on a 'cross between two thieves

All for me all for me

If I had been the only one

You would have done it still for love

What grace untold what love indeed

All for me all for me

You took the chains so I'd be free

All for me all for me

The spotless lamb became unclean

All for me all for me