Текст песни 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