Three crosses on a lonely hill,

A thief on either side.

And in between, the SON OF GOD,

How wide the gulf – how wide!

Yet one thief spanned it with the words,

“O Lord, remember me:”

The other scoffed and turned aside

To a lost eternity

Forsaken is that hillside now,

And all the crosses gone.

Bun in believing hearts of men –

The centre cross lives on.

And still, as when these sentinels

First met earth’s wondering view.

The presence of the Lord divides –

UPON WHICH SIDE ARE YOU?

                                                                By Helen Franzee Bower