Lyrics
I'm not on an ego trip, I'm nothing on my own.
I've made mistakes, and I often slip.
I'm just common flesh and bone.
But I'll prove someday just what I say, I'm of a special kind.
For while he was on the cross, I was on his mind.
The look of love was on his face, and throns on his head.
Blood was on that scarlet robe, and it was staind in crimson red.
Though his eyes were on the crowd that day, he looked ahead in time.
For while he was on the cross, you were on his mind.
He knew me.
Yet he love me.
He who's glory makes the heaven's shine.
I'm so unworthy, of such mercy.
For while he was on the cross, I was on his mind.
Yes while he was on the cross, you were on his mind.
He knew me.
Yet he love me.
He who's glory makes the heaven's shine.
I'm so unworthy, of such mercy.
For while he was on the cross, I was on his mind.
Yes while he was on the cross, I was on his mind.