I'm not on an ego trip, I'm nothing on my own
I've made mistakes, and often slipped,
I'm 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
So unworthy, of such mercy
For when he was on the cross, I was on his mind
A look of love was on his face, the thorns upon his head
The blood ran down that sacred face, its stain was crimson red
But his eyes were on the crowd that day, Jesus looked ahead in time
For when he was on the cross, you and I were on his mind
He knew me, yet he loved me
He whose glory makes the heavens shine
So unworthy, of such mercy
For when he was on the cross, I was on his mind