I'm not on an ego trip
I'm nothing on my own
I make mistakes and often slip
I'm just flesh and bones
But I'll prove someday just why I say
That I'm of a special kind
When He was on the cross
I was on His mind.
The look of love was on His face
Thorns were on His head
The blood was on His precious robe
Stained a crimson red
Though His eyes were on the crowd that day
He looked ahead in time
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
I'm so unworthy of such mercy
When He was on the cross
I was on His mind
