I’M NOT ON AN EGO TRIP
I’M NOTHING ON MY OWN
I MADE 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.
THE LOOK OF LOVE WAS ON HIS FACE
THORNS WERE ON HIS HEAD
THE 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.
CHORUS:
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.
1 comment:
I love this!
~Natalia Worthington
(your old soprano singing partner)
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