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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)

    


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