What do I think of when I think about the cross where You died What do I think of when I think about the sword in Your side What do I think of when I think about the last words You cried
What do I think of when I think about the nails in Your hands What do I think of when I think about Your blood in the sand What do I think of when I think about it, I don't understand
I think about love I think about grace I think about You standing in my place And I'm amazed
What do I think of when I think about the scorns from the crowd What do I think of when I think about them cursing out loud I think of how their knees will one day bow
What do I think of when I think about You coming back down What do I think of when I think about me wearing that crown What do I think of when I think about that trumpet sound
