Who stole my crown of spiky thorns
Who stole my garments all ripped and torn
Who stole my hammer and my nails
Who locked the rabbits up in jail
Miracles happen everyday
There are two roads
But there is only one real way
One way
One way
Who plunged the sword into my side
Who decided I must die?
Who took the burden of the cross?
Who can measure what’s been lost?
Miracles happen every day
There are two roads, but there’s only one real way
One way
One way
© Johnny Dowd