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Rick Weaver

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When He Was On The Cross (The Florida Boys Cover)

 

I'm not on an ego trip I'm nothing on my own I made mistakes I often slip 
Just common flesh and bones 
But I'll prove someday just why I say 
I'm of a special kind 
For when he was on the cross 
I was on his mind.

The look of love was on his face 
Thrones were on his head 
The blood was on his scarlet robe 
Stained a 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 heavens shine 
So unworthy of such mercy 
Yet when he was on the cross 
I was on his mind.

Yet when he was on the cross 
I was on his mind.

 

 

© 1984 Ronald Michael Payne, Ronnie Hinson

 

From the 1988 CD release "Face to Face"

Recorded at Cook Sound Sudios Fort Payne, Alabama

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