When He Was On The Cross

I'm not on an ego trip...
I'm nothing on my own
I make mistakes, I slip and fall..
just common flesh and bones
But I'll prove some day, just why I say,
I'm of a special kind
For when He was on the cross, I was on His mind
For He knew me... yes He loved me
He whose glory makes the heavens shine
So unworthy of such mercy
When He was on the cross, I was on His mind
The look of love was on His face
Those thorns were on His head
His blood ran down that scarlet robe
And it stained 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
For He knew me... yes He loved me
He whose glory make the heavens shine
So unworthy of such mercy
When He was on the cross, I was on His mind...
For when He was on the cross, I was on His mind.

Written by Ronnie Hinson and
Mike Payne is co-writer
© 2002 Lumber River Quartet,
M.S.Productions, All Rights Reserved

This recording is Directly licensed in place
for internet public performance on Alighthouse.com
Lumber River Quartet has this CD
available on their website.
L.RR.Q.









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