Three Crosses
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