I am the Theif

Three crosses stand against the sky,

Two thieves condemned, one crucified

For love that bled where justice died—

And I was hanging by His side.

My hands were tied, my past was shame,

I cursed the world, I cursed His name.

But something in His silence spoke—

A peace I’d never dared to know.

The other thief, he joined the crowd,

He mocked the man without a sound.

But I—I saw what they all missed:

A King with thorns and nailed wrists.

I didn’t ask to change the past,

I just believed, and breathed my last.

“Remember me,” was all I said—

And grace found me when I was dead.

I am the thief that mercy found,

With nothing left, no way around.

I brought Him nails, He gave me peace—

I hung condemned… and walked out free.

No time to fix, no words rehearsed,

Just trust beneath a universe

That trembled as He died for me—

I am the thief. I am the thief.

I saw the blood drip from His side,

And knew that somehow I was right

To cast my hope on broken grace—

He looked at me, not with disgrace...

But love—so wide, it crossed the sky,

He didn’t flinch, He didn’t lie.

He whispered through His agony:

"Today, My son… you’ll be with Me."

I am the thief that mercy found,

With nothing left, no way around.

I brought Him nails, He gave me peace—

I hung condemned… and walked out free.

No robe to wear, no song to sing,

But still He called me child, not king.

He broke my chains and let me be—

I am the thief. I am the thief.

So if you’re lost, and far, and late—

Just lift your eyes through guilt and hate.

He sees you still. He answers pleas.

He died for thieves… like you and me.