Salvation's Cost

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.