Sometimes I wonder how much He knew. Of all the things
His love would put Him through. Did He ever pass a tree along His way.
And know it was the very tree He'd die upon someday?
Refrain 1:
And if He did, did His heart break, Every time
He passed it on the street? I wonder if He ever thought, "That tree
I made will be....The death of me."
Oh, the irony of His carpentry, Did it serve as a reminder
of His legacy? And did He bear it constantly? Building with the nails
that tore His body?
Refrain 2:
And if He did, did His heart break, Every time
the metal broke the beam? I wonder if He ever thought, "A nail like
this will be...the death of me."
Well, I may never know what crossed His mind, but there's
one more question hanging on inside. Did He ever think of me? Two thousand
years somewhere across the sea?
Refrain 3:
And if He did, did His heart break, Even though
He died so willingly? I wonder if He ever thought, "My love for her
will be...the death of me."
