by mikeb


As Jesus hung upon the Cross
Can you imagine how He felt
A man defiled by human hand
The worst of outcomes He was dealt
What was the point of all the pain
A separation from His Dad
The crowd was baying for His blood
Inside, He must have felt so sad.

Each side of Him was hung a thief
Two men were dying for their crime
One was going off to hell
Didn’t want to waste His time
Believing that his future lay
Between the devil and The Lord
A cry to He who was so near
Would save him from the untoward.

The other man could see a hope
Through Jesus he could change his life
Believing that The Man was truth
He saw through his impending strife
Choosing Jesus for his soul
The Lord was pleased that something good
Had come out of His sacrifice
Upon that ghastly Cross of wood.


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