He Thought of Me
He said, "Father, if it be Your will
As sweat turned into blood"
Then all at once, His heart stood still
Overcome by love
And with ten thousand reasons why
It didn't have to be
In mercy, love and mercy
He thought of me
From the Garden where He prayed
Straight to Pilate's Hall
Where His perfect innocence
Took the blame for all
Then hanging on a rugged cross
Though He spoke not a word
In Heaven, all over Heaven
My name was heard
Then I became the center of attention
I was laying heavy on His heart
And though the soldiers tore His flesh in anger
I'm the one who tore His world apart
Way before He ever cried, "It's finished!"
Long before I ever bowed a knee
About the time He said, "Father, forgive them!"
Without a second thought, He thought of me
Way before He ever cried, "It's finished!"
Long before I ever bowed a knee
About the time He said, "Father, forgive them!"
Without a second thought, He thought of me
About the time He said, "Father, forgive them!"
Without a second thought, Jesus thought of me
He thought of me