There Were Three

They were all males

Enduring crucifixion travails

As they were suspended in the air on crosses with nails.

Are you not the Christ?! One assails,

Obviously rejecting Him who gloriously holds this detail.

Save yourself and us! Sounding like some twisted ending to a fairy tale,

Yet denying the One who is the narrow gate, yes, who is the narrow trail.

Don’t you fear God, you whom in comparison pale?

We deserve these nails! We merit these travails!

He whom you rail, He never fails!

Savior! King! Christ!

You who give such an extreme and gracious price

Remember me, one whose vice is not worthy of such a blood bought sacrifice.

Child, he says, today you’ll be with me in paradise.

How about you? In view of His wounded head, his blood loss,

Do you, too, feel worthless like dross?

Then no longer esteem or settle for the world’s gloss

For those who do, paradise is only a mirage, and at such a heavy cost

But it is found by those who embrace the Giver of Life on that cross!