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 made mistakes, I often slip
Just common flesh and bones
But I'll prove someday just why 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
Thrones were on his head
The blood was on his scarlet robe
Stained a 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
Yet when he was on the cross
I was on his mind

Yet when he was on the cross
I was on his mind