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
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