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