Just three crosses on a hill,
Is all that made the city still,
Two of them were thieves of gold,
The other was a man so bold.
Why did these men have to die,
Couldn't they sit in a cell to cry,
The thieves could pay all back,
They did not deserve the rack.
But the third was a man of love,
Sent by the gracious God above,
He did not deserve to hang on a tree,
He had the right to be free.
But his death means something to man,
A death that we find hard to understand,
A death so that others may live,
So that His true life He could give.
We are to accept this gift of life,
And spread it to others in strife,
This gift that was given in love,
From the holy and mighty God above.
Glyn Williams
© Copy(it)right 1995
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