by Dan Christensen
I stole a heart and broke it,
took time that wasn’t mine,
pocketed memories when other people
claimed happiness I did not buy.
I am a thief.
I know it. So does he who hangs beside me.
Even under pain of torture
unable to resist this nature,
I enlist my fellow felon in one last larceny:
The Perfect Crime.
And so we die common thieves
who steal my place in paradise.
I know that's an unusual, poetic, sort of unorthodox way to think of it. But the truth is that we are all like that thief, and we all need Jesus! Here is the actual Bible story from Luke 23:32-43...
Will you be there, too?