For He Knew Me

I'm not on an ego trip

I'm nothing on my own

I made mistakes I slip and fall

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

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.

He knew me yet he loved me

He whose glory makes the heavens shine

I was so unworthy of such mercy

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

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