Saturday, January 22, 2005

I wish I'd written that

  When He Was On The Cross

 I'm not on an ego trip...
I'm nothing on my own
I make mistakes and often slip;
I'm common flesh and bone.

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.

He knew me, yet He loved me...
He whose glory makes the heavens shine! 
I'm so unworthy of such mercy:
When He was on the cross, I was on His mind

A look of love was on His face
And thorns were on His head
His blood ran down that 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

He knew me, yet He loved me...
He whose glory make the heavens shine
I'm  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
Copyright �2002 Lumber River Quartet,
M.S.Productions. All Rights Reserved.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

OH MO, I LOVE this!   Anne

Anonymous said...

Hard to imagine, but it's true.  Can you just imagine, what it would be like and how overwhelming it would be to KNOW EVERYONE? (Like God and Jesus do).
Hope you are doing well.  I set the alerts now.  I was having a hard time getting around to all the journals.  I love yours and I have missed it.  So now I will get each entry.
Sonya