When He Was on That Cross

Im not on an ego trip Im nothing on my own I make mistakes, often slip Just common flesh and bones But Ill prove someday just what I say Im 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