He knew me. Yet He loved me;
He, whose glory makes the heaven shine.
I'm so unworthy of such mercy.
Yet, when He was on the cross, I was on His mind.

There's no one great among us. We're nothing on our own.
We make mistakes and often slip, just common flesh and bone.
But, one day I'll prove just what I say, I'm of a special kind.
For 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 the scarlet robe, and stained in crimson red.
Though His eyes were on the crowd that day,
He looked ahead in time.
For when He was on the cross that day, I was on His mind.

He knew me, yet he loved me.
He whose glory makes the heaven shine.
I'm so unworthy of such mercy.
Yet, when He was on the cross, I was on His mind.
Yet, when He was on the cross that day, I was on His mind.