Salvation's Cost

Written by: Tom Wright

Three crosses braved a forlorn hill,
Focused in vision, I liken to the one.
Though ages pass, I review it still,
It bore a thief, not God's only son.

While one evil doer paid Jesus scant heed,
From one cross, amnesty was sought.
Jesus forthwith pardoned his past deed,
In brevity of a wink paradise was bought.

Once seeing myself and this thief the same,
I discerned the centers communique to me.
That hope was abrogated, lest from here it came,
And albeit, salvation was pricey, twas also free.