I'm not an ego trip, I'm nothing on my own I've made mistakes and often slip I'm just common flesh and bones But I'll proof 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 And bonds were on his hands Blood was on his scarlet rope Stained the crimson red Thou his eyes where 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 makes the heaven shine I'm so unworthy of such mercy Yet, when he was on the cross I was on his mind When he was on the cross I was on his mind