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.