My Beautiful Robe

I want my pleasure in your sight
And 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, my beautiful robe?

My head was bleeding so red
But of all the thorns in my crown
The roses blended instead
With my beautiful robe carries on
I'll carry on

I cut down a tree
I said, "Man, would you look at me?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I stuck my head in a thorn bush
Man, I was deceived

Oh, my brother
Your hands are full of sores
But God bless you, brother
My nails are longer than yours

I was crucified with Christ
But how come I'm not dead?
God gave me a cross, but I made my own instead
My beautiful cross carries on
I'll carry on

I cut down the tree
And I nailed myself to the wood
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I screamed in agony
'Cause the glory wasn't so good

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

(I fell to my knees)
(And I remember the words of God pierced so hard)
(Your righteousness is like filthy rags)
(I fell to my knees and said, "God, my filthy robe")

My filthy robe
My filthy robe
My filthy robe

I cut down the tree
And I nailed myself to the wood
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I screamed in agony
'Cause the glory wasn't so good

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah