When He Was on the Cross, I Was on His Mind
By Mark C Waldrop

When He was on the cross that day,
Beneath a darkened sky,
As mercy met a world of sin
And love refused to die—

When nails were driven through His hands
And thorns pressed in His brow,
He saw beyond the agony
To here… to me… to now.

Through every lash upon His back,
Through every mocking word,
He carried not just ancient souls
But hearts not yet disturbed.

He knew my name before my birth,
He knew my every fall;
Yet still He chose the rugged tree—
The greatest love of all.

When blood and water freely flowed,
When hope seemed torn apart,
He held the weight of all my shame
Deep in His holy heart.

And in that hour of deepest pain,
With grace I can’t define,
He bore my cross, He paid my debt—
For I was on His mind.

So let me live in gratitude,
Let praise in me arise;
For Calv’ry was not history—
It was love before His eyes.

When He was on the cross that day,
Though centuries unwind,
He saw my need, He saw my face—
And I was on His mind. 

Bible Verse:
“But God commendeth his love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.” — Romans 5:8

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MarkWaldrop