He Knew Me

I'm not on an ego trip

I'm nothing on my own

I make mistakes and often slip

Just common flesh and bone

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.

He knew me, yet He loved me

He whose glory makes the heavens shine

I was so unworthy of such mercy

But when He was on the cross

I was on his mind.

The look of love was on His face

The thorns were upon His head

The blood ran down that scarlet robe

It's stained with crimson red

As His eyes were upon

that crowd that day

Jesus looked ahead in time

While He was on the cross

You and I were on His mind.

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