Good Friday

I am a thief, I am a murderer

Walking up this lonely hill

What have I done? I don't remember

No one knows just how I feel

and I know that my time is coming soon.

It's been so long. Oh, such a long time

Since I've lived with peace and rest

Now I am here, my destination

guess things work for the best

and I know that my time is coming soon

Who is this man? This man beside me

They call the King of the Jews

They don't believe that He's the Messiah

But, somehow I know it's true.

And they laugh at Him in mockery,

and beat Him till he bleeds

They nail Him to the rugged cross,

and raise Him, they raise Him up next to me

My time has come, I'm slowly fading

I deserve what I receive

Jesus when You are in Your kingdom

Could You please remember me

and He looks at me still holding on

the tears fall from His eyes

He says I tell the truth

Today, you will live with Me in paradise

and I know that my time is coming soon

and I know paradise is coming soon.

by Third Day

We are all thieves

We are all sinners

We are all lilywhite

We are all blameless

One of my favorite quotes is from Brennan Manning in his book Ragamuffin Gospel, in it he sums up the life of the thief, and more importantly, the saving grace that was the death, burial, and resurrection of our Savior:

"We are all equally privileged but unentitled beggars at the door of God’s mercy."

The thief did NOTHING other than accept the mercy of Jesus.