The Thief

The Thief

 

The hour draws nigh,

That I must surely die.

Crucified, I'll be nailed to a tree,

There I'll hang for all to see.

 

They take me to that place of death,

I start to sweat, and gasp for breath.

Another like me, is pushed up the hill,

The soldiers laugh, as they think of a kill.

 

We both hang in misery and shame,

Only ourselves have we got to blame.

I notice a man, that I thought I knew,

His body was beaten black and blue.

 

I wonder what crime this man hath done,

I hear someone shout, he's God's only son.

His name is Jesus, he's the King of the Jews,

They say he came to give us good news.

 

The soldiers nailed him to the tree,

He turns his head and looks at me.

His face was full of pity and love,

I suddenly realised, he was sent from above.

 

“Forgive them!” he shouts with his fading breath,

He lifts his head, as he grows closer to death.

“Remember me, my Lord” I shout from my heart,

“To-day you'll be with me, and never depart.”