There Was A Thief

There was a man on the cross And he was a thief, He was never baptized or had communion He had no religious belief. Never had he any confirmation Or ever spoke in tongues, No mission trips, or volunteerism Never before did he thank God at the top of his lungs. There he was on the cross Was the thief which all did see, He never had sought out salvation And to pray he now couldn't bend his knee. He never had a mission He never had any church clothes to wear, And he never thought about being saved He never did say the sinners prayer. There he was hanging on the cross A thief who was in agony and in pain, Jesus didn't heal his body or smite his scoffers Or his suffering or torment did he drain. Yet he was a thief who walked into heaven With Jesus because of his believing, He had nothing to offer, but his belief in Jesus Once a sinner known for his thieving. There was a thief who hung on a cross He had nothing more than his belief in what Jesus had said, He was not a religious person Nor by ego or by arrogance was he led. There were no shiny lights or crafty words When the thief said remember me when you come into your kingdom today, The thief whom was hanging from the cross Walked into heaven even when unable to fold his hands to pray. Randy L. McClave