Coming Clean

Revelation in Progess

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

  1. Roger says:

    I LOVE this song! Good call. (It makes me cry)

  2. Kindred spirits are we.

    This song is my Good Friday anthem.

  3. Roger says:

    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

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