When He Was On The Cross Lyrics - Smoking Popes

There's no one great among us 

We're nothing on our own 

We make mistakes and often slip 

Just common flesh and bone 

Someday I'll prove just what I say 

I'm of a special kind 

For when he was on the cross 

I was on his mind 

(chorus) 

He knew me 

Yet he loved me 

He whose glory makes the heavens shine 

I'm not worthy of such mercy 

But when he was on the cross 

I was on his mind 

A look of love was on his face 

The thorns upon on his head 

The blood was on that scarlet robe 

Stained it crimson red 

Though his eyes were on the crowd that day 

He looked ahead in time 

And when he was on the cross 

You and I were on his mind 

(chorus)