Blue BMX wheels Through those Georgia fields Just a boy with daily joy reborn Explorin' old dirt roads 'Til I began to slow When I happened 'pon a patch of thorns Rode on home and grabbed my Louisville Slugger bat Started forging on through the spikey stalks Before the end of the day it was my hideaway A winding path that no one else dared walk And in those days I found my peace in a maze Seeking shelter From life's little storms It was a hiding place For all my childish ways I found my solace In a patch of thorns Wolf at the door, collectors clamor for more Those simple childhood days I mourn But I put those things away, get on my knees and pray As I take shelter in His crown of thorns Easy come easy go, ain't no mistakin' that But I'm beyond the days of running away A hint of God's grace and I can lift my face Man up and live to fight another day And now these days I walk a wicked maze All sides surrounded by this raging storm Oh God my hiding place Guide me through evil days Jesus I thank You For the crown of thorns Times sure have changed But You remain the same Jesus thank You for wearing the crown of thorns Jesus I thank You for taking on the crown of thorns Jesus I thank You for the crown of thorns Jesus I thank You for taking on the crown of thorns Jesus I thank You for the crown of thorns Jesus You defeated, you defeated the crown of thorns Jesus You defeated the crown of thorns