Ode to a Thief
He is just a common thief,
And now he must pay;
His wicked deeds bring him
Condemned to die today.

He has cheated and looted,
Wronged many men.
His wretched life stops today;
A cross shall pay his sin.

Guilty of his transgression,
Deserving of this bed,
Though he fears not the dying
But the damnation ahead.

For surely hell would be his fate,
Fires’ torment soon would start;
Punished for his wickedness,
And such a blackened heart!

But this one dying near him,
Is, oh, so different than he;
His eyes reveal compassion,
He speaks mercifully.

The thief cries out from his cross,
“Man, just what crime did you do?”
Then Jesus whispers weakly,
“Today friend, I die for you!”

“But how will You die for me?
Just who are you anyway?”
“I AM the Lamb of God,
Your debt of sin I came to pay.”

“How may I receive pardon?”
The thief begs repentantly.
“Forgiveness is truly yours
If you simply will believe.”

“It’s true, You are the Savior,
Dying here on this tree . . .
Oh Lord, I need your mercy,
Lamb of God . . . remember me!”

Then Jesus speaks to the thief,
“Mercy has covered your price,
And I now say unto thee . . .
I’ll meet you in paradise!”

© April 2008 by Loyd C. Taylor