When He was on the cross, I was on His mind.

The past few days my quiet times have been about the crucifixion- the reason for it, the illegality of how Jesus was arrested and in trial, and the body's physical response to being crucified on the cross.  All this week I've had this song in my head.  This was one of my granddad's favorite hymns as well as the favorite hymn of one of my sunday school teachers from Waco.  I love old hymns.
Yes the song is slow and long but I still love it.

Here are the words.  Maybe you can put it to a different tune :)

I’m not on an ego trip, I’m nothing on my own

I make mistakes and sometimes slip

Just 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

A look of love was on His face

The thorns were in His head

The blood was on 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 makes the Heaven’s shine

So unworthy, of such mercy

For when He was on the cross

I was on His mind

For when He was on the cross

I was on His mind