Life is a stage. Now whom do I please? Who is the spectator? It is too painful for me to think that foul play is swept under the rug. Erwin Lutzer stated: “One minute after you slip behind the parted curtain, you will either be enjoying a personal welcome from Christ or catching your first glimpse of gloom as you have never known it. Either way, your future will be irrevocably fixed and eternally unchangeable.” As the men hung on the crossroads of life and death. There lay one hope that one man had no sin. One to be feared. He was indeed – the Christ – the anointed One.
The thief hounds in deep darkness,
ridiculing the accountable,
Why like me not be careless?
Everything on earth is destructible.
Another thief steps onto the crossroad uncertain,
and glances to the Gods from the stage,
Remember me! as I slip behind the parted curtain,
I do not want my wrongs to against me rage.
Brother in darkness,
why not turn while yet you may;
Too late, it soon will be—
there is more to life than negligence,
a place where it is always day,
Throughout eternity.
Death will not consume me,
for by the One who died unjust on the cross,
will pardon me before the jury,
only because I confessed His glory I lost.
The dark thief shouts in guarantee,
Ill show Him whose boss,
the words he said just was,
immense sound and fury.
