Thursday, February 9, 2012

When He was on the cross, I was on His mind..


I’m not on an ego trip
I’m nothing on my own
I make mistakes, often slip
Just common flesh and bones

But I’ll prove someday just what I say
I’m of a special kind
When He was on the cross
I was on His mind

A look of love was on His face
The thorns on His head
The blood was on that scarlet robe
And stained a crimson red

Though His eyes were on the crowd that day
He looked ahead in time
’Cause when He was on the cross
I was on His mind

He knew me, yet He loved me
He whose glory makes the Heaven shine
So unworthy of such mercy
Yet when He was on the cross
I was on His mind

Yet when He was on the cross
I was on His mind

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