Friday, November 23, 2007

You Were Thinking About Me


When You died on the cross
You were thinking of me;
You saw my face
As You hung on that tree.


I can't understand it,
And yet I believe --
When You died on the cross
You were thinking of me.


When You died on the cross
You were dying for me;
You paid sin's price
So that I could go free.


I don't understand it,
And yet I believe --
When You died on the cross
You were dying for me.


Copyright ©1996 by Jan McIntosh

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