A Thief Like Me

A poem by Michelle Hill

See the three crucified on the hill at Calvary.
 See the thief lost in sin, he's so bitter and angry.
 A man who caused only heartache and pain, he's an uncaring soul.
 He's dark and empty inside, never to be made whole.
 For his heart is as cold as ice. Blind to the Lamb of God being sacrificed.
 He's only known the cruel world as his friend, 
and now his unbelieving soul will know hell's fires as home in the end.

Before Jesus called me in mercy and grace, The lost thief on the cross had my face.
 Unaware I was knocking on hell's doors,
 Jesus stepped in to show me I could have joy and so much more.
Suddenly I could see Jesus' abused, torn body on the tree.
No longer blind, I knew He shed Holy blood for me.
 In a moment on my knees, my heart filled with joy and peace.
 Jesus broke the bondage of sin, my soul's release.
 As I learned to let go of worldly ways that cause strife,
 The love of Jesus began to work in my life. 

No longer like the faithless thief dying for my sin on a tree.
 See that other thief who saw Jesus differently.
 See his believing eyes watch Holy blood flow to save all men.
 See his confessing mouth, repenting for his sin.
 See his humble heart, sorry for all he's done.
 See his trusting soul, knowing even in death, with Jesus he's won! 

See the thief on the tree saved by God's perfect grace.
 After accepting Jesus as Lord, that born again thief on the cross had my face.
 A thief like me, made new by Jesus for the world to see,
A child of God, promised a heavenly home eternally.

Thank you Lord Jesus for dying and living again to set me free.