Many, many years ago, way back in history,
My Savior walked upon this earth; each day He thought of me.
When He was only twelve years old in Jerusalem He stayed behind,
In the temple He questioned wise men but I was on His mind.
Baptized in the Jordan, the Man of Galilee,
Filled with Holy Spirit, praying, He thought of me.
He healed the sick, raised the dead, made blinded eyes to see,
He calmed the waves, fed the crowd, while He was thinking of me.
His time upon the earth was short, He knew what had to be,
I was on His heart that night He prayed in Gethsemane.
“Crucify Him!” the crowd cried out, and Pilate washed his hands.
He delivered Jesus to the hall then to the cruel band.
They clothed my Lord in purple, put thorns upon His head,
He quietly submit to be crucified in my stead.
They led Him to Golgotha, where they nailed Him to a tree,
Hanging there at Calvary, I know He thought of me.
They ripped His clothes, made bets in greed,
Sinless, perfect, He hung ‘tween thieves.
Mocking, spitting, they railed my Lord,
His precious side, pierced with a sword.
He cried out to His Father, “Forgive them, I plead,”
He bowed His head – praying for me.
The land grew dark and the earth did quake,
Jesus, dear Jesus, died for my sake.
In love Jesus died for my sins and yours,
In victory He rose and lives evermore.
He’s coming again, He’s coming for me.
My Lord paid the price – His salvation is free.
Written in 1991.
Have a blessed and holy week. And, remember…Sunday is coming!