I thought of you when they put the scarlet robe in place,
I thought of you when blood from the thorns trickled down my face.
I thought of you when I was drenched from their mocking spit,
I thought of you when I was beaten and hit.
I thought of you as I carried the cross to my fate,
I thought of you as I collapsed under its weight.
I thought of you as the crowd screamed die instead of live,
I thought of you as I asked my Father to forgive.
I thought of you as the nails pierced my skin,
I thought of you as watched my mother weep – broken from within.
I thought of you as I cried out for my Father to hear it,
I thought of you as I took my last breath, giving up my spirit.
I thought of you as I was guarded in the tomb that night,
I thought of you as I rose in my Heavenly flight.
I thought of you as I begged the Holy Spirit to bring you to your knee,
I think of you often…do you think of me?
