I’m not on an ego trip i’m nothing on my own i made mistakes i often slip
Just common flesh and bones
But i’ll prove someday just why i say
I’m of a special kind
For when he was on the cross
I was on his mind.


The look of love was on his face
Thrones were on his head
The blood was on his scarlet robe
Stained a 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.


Chorus:
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.


Yet when he was on the cross
I was on his mind.