Paroles de When he was on the cross

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