November/7/2005

WHILE HE WAS ON THE CROSS I WAS ON HIS MIND

I'm not on an ego trip I'm nothing on my own, I make mistakes & often slip just common flesh and bones. But I'll prove someday just why I say I'm a special kind for when he was on the Cross I was on his mind.

For he knew me, yet he loved me. He whose glory makes the Heaven shine. So unworthy of such mercy, yet when he was on the Cross I was on his Mind.

The look of Love was on his face thorns were on his head, Blood was on the Scarlet Robe it stained a crimson Red. And Tho his eyes were on the crowd he look ahead in time, and when he was on the cross, I was on his mind.