The Thief
Luke 23:35-43
Hung upon a cross to die
Was just what I deserved.
A thief was I, a scoundrel.
No plea had I reserved.
But Him, on the other hand,
Who hung there at my side,
He had not killed nor stolen,
He had not even lied.
Why hung He there, so sadly,
Amidst the mocks and jeers,
Mutt'ring not a single word
Amongst His silent tears?
"Save yourself," they screamed at Him.
"And us," my partner cried.
He just turned and looked at me
And quietly He sighed.
Suddenly I spoke my heart,
My sins began to flee.
"When you get to your kingdom,
Jesus, remember me."
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