| Song | When He Was On the Cross |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns 3 |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | When He Was On the Cross |
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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.
So Unworthy Of Such Mercy,
Yet When He Was On The Cross, I Was On His Mind.
A Look Of Love Was On His Face, The Thorns On His Head,
The Blood Was On His Scarlet Robe, And Stained It 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.
