| lyric | 1. I'm not on an ego trip;
I’m nothing on my own,
Make mistakesm 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.
For He knew me, yet, He loved me,
He whose glory makes the Heavens shine;
So unworthy of such mercy,
Yet, whe He was in the cross,
I was on His mind.
2. The look of love was on,
His face and thorns were on His head,
Blood was in His scarlet robe,
stained a crimson red;
Though His eyes were on the crowd,
He looked ahead in time,
For when He was on the cross,
I was in His mind. |