I'm not on an ego trip
I'm nothing on my own
I made mistakes and 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
Thorns were on His head
The blood was on His scarlet robe
And 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.
