I want to pleasure in your sight 
I want to subscribe to your delight 

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 all the thorns in my crown, the rose 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 blessed you brother, 
My nails are longer than yours 
I was [bad word] with Christ 
But [bad word] I?m not dead 
God gave me a cross 
But I made my own instead 
My beautiful carries on, I?ll carry on 

I cut down the 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, My filthy robe