I'm not on an ego trip,
I'm nothing on my own,
I often slip, and make mistakes.
Just common flesh and bones.
But I'll prove someday, just what I say,
I'm of a special kind,
When He was on the cross,
I was on his mind.

For 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.

The look of love was on His face,
And the thorns were on His head,
The blood was on His scarlet robe,
It stained a crimson red.
Tho his eyes were on the crowd
That day, He looked ahead in time,
When He was on the cross,
I was on his mind...
Yet when He was on the cross,
I was on his mind