My Lord Designed it All

They mocked and scorned my Savior
Long ago in the Roman Hall.
A crown of thorns they made Him
But my Lord designed it all.

When the soldiers stripped Him naked
He wore a world of sin.
For a crown of thorns He traded
His royal diadem.

The soldiers had no power
Except from that above.
For Calvary's darkest hour
Begins and ends with love.

When His scarlet robe was taken
He planned it just that way...
To wear my sins of scarlet
Up Calvary's Hill that day.