3 Crosses
by Reece B. Sherman
3 crosses on a skull shaped hill
Crucifixion was a cruel way to kill
2 were thieves and deserved what they got
One was innocent and he did not
He saw the crowd who were witnesses to his death
He prayed for their forgiveness with his dying breath
The crowd mocked him as he hung up there
They cried “save yourself” but they didn’t care
The thieves on either side joined in with the crowd
“Save yourself and us” they cried out loud
Then one of the thieves looked at the man beside him
And the hatred in his heart began to dim
He realized this was the Lord who was hanging there
And although he was dying he felt no despair
“Remember me when you enter your kingdom today”
“You will join me in paradise” he heard the Lord say
He turned to the other thief and said “Don’t you see
This man doesn’t deserve to die like you and me”
The other thief was not convinced and kept mocking the Lord
But the first thief was convinced of his reward
3 men on 3 crosses hung there that day
One looked to the Lord and found the way
One looked at himself and was filled with hate
While one knew that in his hands was mankind’s fate
If we were there that day would we join with the crowd
And be bloodthirsty and cry insults out loud
Or would we see what one thief saw
The Lord suffering and dying as we stare in awe
We have a choice in which way we see
Just as we have a choice in who we will be
Would we seek the Lord’s forgiveness or would we deride
Which thief would we be, You and I must decide