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 heartbreak 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."