Thief

Thief


So glad that I could do it

In fleeting gasps of pain

With arms outstretched

On Roman beams

And clouds begun to rain.

The One beside me

Shows no hate

His Mother down below

And eye meets eye

As oft before

They held each other so.

But this is not a common crowd

The holy men preside

And urge the rabble's

Thirst for blood

Most likely they had lied.

"A King", they mock,

"And is your Court

A bloodied perch and crown?"

Oh Saviour, time to save yourself

Display your power

Come down!

But death is part

And parcel yet

You have your Father's word

And you beseeched the darkening sky

And He most surely heard.

And I with scarce the breath to spare

And justly here for crime

Turn to you King

And gladly sing

Your pardon, Kingdom mine.



Luke 23: 43