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.

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