HE WAS THINKING OF ME

The Telestials



My mama told me
'bout his love long ago
She said "Boy, Jesus bled and died
To save your soul"

It was in his Father's will
He didn't have to die for me
He could have called ten thousand angels
To set him free

Even while the blood was still warm on his brow
Jesus was thinking of me
Even as they beat him, I don't know how
Jesus was thinking of me

Even as they drove the nails in his hands
Even as they pierced his side
I was never out of his mind for a moment
He was thinking of me when he died

The angry mob around him
Was hungry to see someone die
The Roman soldiers bound him
Not knowing who they crucified

It wasn't the nails through his hands and knee
That held him on that cruel tree
It was a self-denying, all-consuming love
For someone like me

Even while the blood was still warm on his brow
Jesus was thinking of me
Even as they beat him, I don't know how
Jesus was thinking of me

Even as they drove the nails in his hands
Even as they pierced his side
I was never out of his mind for a moment
He was thinking of me when he died

He was thinking of me when he died
He was thinking of me when he died


(Transcribed by Monique Adriaansen, Cookie, & Mel Priddle - June 2006)