WHEN HE WAS ON THE CROSS

I'm not on an ego trip, I'm nothing on my own,
I've made mistakes and often tripped,
Just common flesh and bones;
But I'll prove someday just what I say,
I'm of a special kind;
For when He was on the cross,
I was on His mind.

The look of love was on His face,
The thornes were on His head;
And the blood was on that scarlet robe,
And stained it crimson red;
Though His Eyes were on the crowd that day,
He looked ahead in time;
For when He was on the cross,
I was on His mind.

He knew me, yet He loved me!
He whose glory makes the Heavens shine;
So unworthy of such mercy,
For when He was on the cross,
I was on His mind.

Yes when He was on the cross,
I was on His mind.

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