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LYRICS
There's no one great amongst us,
We're nothing on our own,
We make mistakes, and often slip,
Just common flesh and bone;
But someday, I'll prove just why I say,
I'm of a special kind,
For while He was on the Cross
I was on His mind.
CHORUS
For, He knew me,
Yet, He loved me,`
He whose glory makes the heavens shine.
I am so unworthy of such mercy,
Yet, while He was on the Cross
I was on His mind.
The look of love was on His face,
The thorns were on His head,
Blood was on His scarlet robe,
Stained in crimson red;
Though His eye was on the crowd that day
He looked ahead in time,
And while He was on the cross
I was on His mind.