The Wonders of Your Call

Our thorns and thistles You wore on Your head
To take on You our punishment deserved,
And then You slept in grave that is our bed
To wake with us that we may for You serve.

Your thorns and thistles, with nails marked Your hands,
Are worn in our hearts open now to love,
As for Your truth we in the world will stand
When Spirit comes upon us like a Dove.

Through us, Your Church, You give the world a choice
To once again choose life and not our sin,
For You are Adam New who with Your voice
Through us call people to be born again.

We thank You for the wonders of Your call
That when we heed, You save from Adam’s fall.