VERSE 1:
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'
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."

VERSE 2:
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'
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."

VERSE 3:
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'
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."