King's Ransom - Petra

It’s such a paradox — it’s such a mystery

Why a King would leave His throne to save humanity

They could not have known when they mocked Him in disgrace

They could not have known when they spit upon His face

The Rose of Sharon wore a crown of thorns that day

The carpenter had a nail right through His hand

The Master of the earth became a servant of no worth

And paid a King’s ransom for my soul

He paid a King’s ransom for my soul

Creator of the earth — Name above all names

Some just stood in unbelief when listening to His claims

They could not have known when they hit Him with their fists

They could not have known when they nailed his feet and wrists

The ransom that He paid was the sacrifice he made

The life of a King in place of me

The shame that He bore for the rich and for the poor

Changed His crown of thorns into glory