When He Was On The Cross
I'm not on an ego trip...
I'm nothing on my own
I make mistakes, I slip and fall..
just common flesh and bones
But I'll prove some day, just why I say,
I'm of a special kind
For when He was on the cross, I was on His mind
For He knew me... yes He loved me
He whose glory makes the heavens shine
So unworthy of such mercy
When He was on the cross, I was on His mind
The look of love was on His face
Those thorns were on His head
His blood ran down that scarlet robe
And it stained crimson red;
Though His eyes were on the crowd that day
He looked ahead in time
For when He was on the cross, I was on His mind
For He knew me... yes He loved me
He whose glory make the heavens shine
So unworthy of such mercy
When He was on the cross, I was on His mind...
For when He was on the cross, I was on His mind.

Written by Ronnie Hinson
© 2002 Lumber River Quartet,
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