Thief
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
I LOVE this song! Good call. (It makes me cry)
Kindred spirits are we.
This song is my Good Friday anthem.
I forgot to post this. Here’s my anthem:
How wide is Your love
That You would stretch Your arms
And go around the world
And why for me would a Savior’s cry be heard
I don’t know
Why You went where I was meant to go
I don’t know
Why You love me so
Those were my nails
That was my crown
That pierced Your hands and your brow
Those were my thorns
Those were my scorns
Those were my tears that fell down
And just as You said it would be
You did it all for me
After You counted the cost
You took my shame, my blame
On my cross
How deep is Your grace
That you could see my need
And chose to take my place
And then for me, these words I’d hear You say
Father no
Forgive them for they know not what they do
I will go
Because I love them so
Those were my nails
That was my crown
That pierced Your hands and your brow
Those were my thorns
Those were my scorns
Those were my tears that fell down
And just as You said it would be
You did it all for me
After You counted the cost
You took my shame, my blame
On my cross