I???m not on an ego trip, I???m nothing on my own I make 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. For 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. The look of love was on His face and thorns were on His head The blood was on His scarlet robe and 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. For 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.