With blood pouring from His side,
When God looked away from Him
Because He was so full of sin,
He thought of you.
Upon that cross He stayed,
Splinters digging into His raw flesh,
Blood running down His face,
Hand that healed, now wounded,
All because He thought of you.
He endured the pain,
He became the Sacrifice,
Jesus willingly died on a cross,
Because you were on His mind.
Copyright 1997 J.N. Gallegos
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