Paradise

Three crosses stood in the distance,
On that night of shame,
On one of them hung the man,
Nobody knew his name.

He hung there, quietly dying,
For he was just a common thief,
Cheap wine was lifted to his lips,
But it brought him no relief.

As the pain slowly left his body,
And the life slowly left his eyes,
He turned his head to look upon,
The Saviour in disguise.

"Master", he called out softly,
In one last despairing breath,
In that moment winning redemption,
As the Master conquered death.

"You have trusted", said the Master,
As the thief closed his eyes,
"I promise you will be with me,
Tonight in Paradise."