They borrowed a bed to lay His head When Christ the Lord came down; They borrowed the ass In the mountain pass For Him to ride to town; But the crown that He wore And the Cross that he bore Were His own-- The Cross was His own. He borrowed the bread When the crowd He fed On the grassy mountainside, He borrowed the dish of broken fish With which He satisfied. But the crown that He wore And the Cross that He bore Were His own-- The Cross was His own. He borrowed the ship in which to sit To teach the multitude; He borrowed a nest In which to rest-- He had never a certitude; But the crown that He wore And the Cross that He bore Were His own-- The Cross was His own. He borrowed a room On His way to the tomb The Passover lamb to eat; They borrowed a cave for Him a grave, They borrowed a winding sheet. But the crown that He wore And the Cross that He bore Were His own-- The Cross was His own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 26. FIRST LOVE by THOMAS CAMPION THE CHAMBERED NAUTILUS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1883 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 2. TREASURE by ALBERTA BANCROFT LAPLAND by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |