I Fashioned a Crown

I fashioned a crown
By an innocent man it was worn
This crown was not made of gold 
But, instead, it was made of thorns

I used a whip unmercifully
Which left scars upon His hide
Later I gripped the spear
Who's sharp tip pierced His side

I cut down a tree
A cross was built after it dried
A place where the guilty was punished
But an innocent man hung from it and died

I forged three spikes
Though no hammer did I hold
One for each hand then His feet
Soon after each garment of His was sold

The one thing I did not do
That he did on his own
Was to walk out of His tomb
Rolling away the stone