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