That temporal crown of regal gold, foreshadowed one of thorn,
with coronation echo sound:“Another king be born.
Your victory come like none before, O King of kings raised up.
No cross of wood or veil of rock, will ever steal your cup.”
And so with roar of victory, the King of all arose.
His kingdom is forevermore, his glory no end knows.
And now another crown is formed: I hold it in my hand,
I’ll cast it down and fall before, the king, the great I AM.