And he was saying, “Jesus, remember me when You come in Your Kingdom!” And He said to him, “Truly I say to you, today you shall be with Me in Paradise.” ~Luke 23:42-43
An angered heart hard to heaven’s voice
Vainly strains against encroaching night;
Spirit raw and stripped of all but noise,
Darkness closing in he mocks the Light.
Another, knowing life will soon be done,
Rebukes the dark, reaching past reproach
To the One who spoke of Kingdom come,
His heart a wrecked and worn but open road.
Between them, Jesus, dying for dying men,
Speaks hope only a humbled heart can hear,
A gentle voice above a deathly din
Promising that Paradise is near.
The Carpenter with bloody nails in hand
Is building mansions in a better land.
(c) 2014 Clay Clarkson