Common Thief
I am a common thief,
I caused much grief,
In my years I was free,
Yes, to that I'll agree.
When I walked through the gate,
I'll admit, I knew my fate,
I'd be hung on a cross,
Six feet across,
There I would hang to my death.
The Friday came,
As well as my fifteen minutes of fame,
Soon I would be dead,
At least I would still have my head.
I was with two other men,
We passed through a glen,
The man next to me looked up,
And said that he would drink the cup.
Surprised as I was,
I have better things to think about than what this man does,
The other man just stared,
At anyone who dared.

We came to a hill,
The first man said not my will,
But your will be done,
Soon the battle will be won.

Nailed to the cross,
3 lives would be lost,
I looked around me,
And saw that we,
Were 6 feet off the ground.
High above me was the sky,
Below me - oh my,
A group was crying for this man,
Others jeered and said come down if you can.
The man had to be the King,
Suddenly I began to sing,
I stopped and asked him to remember me,
He looked at me and said child, don't you see,
From this day on you will be with me in paradise.
Soon after we talked,
The soldiers began to walk,
My king uttered it is finished,
And his life quietly diminished.
I left this world soon after him,
The other man's situation looked quite grim,
He did not know what came next,
He thought he was acting for the best.
He left this life,
And ended his strife.
When judgment came,
His excuses were quite lame.
He was sent to hell.
He could see nothing was well,
Burned forever he was to be,
Now don't you see?
His life full of sin,
And could not win,
Over the pureness of God's grace,
Because sin cannot be in the place,
Where God lives.
I was judged next,
Satan tried his best,
In order for me to go,
Live with him, OH NO!!!!!
I was filled with dread,
Slowly, God shook his head,
I was to go live with him forever!!!!!
I watched my king be taken off the cross,
Now my loss,
And thought, he shouldn't have died,
Why did he give his life up? Oh why?!?!
Three days later I knew why,
I knew why he died,
He died to set the captives free,
Captives like you and me,
We could not draw close,
Not even to share breakfast with toast,
To God, my father and king.
Three days later he rose,
Defeating his one foe,
Satan was overcome,
Which meant God had won!!!

Later when I saw him again,
I wondered when,
I would ever see such love,
And pureness like the dove's,
Pure white feathers.