THE MIDDLE MAN -- Bobby Gawthrop

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THE MIDDLE MAN” by Bobby Gawthrop


“The robbers who had been crucified with Him
were also insulting Him with the same words”

(Matt. 27:44)


My fate was sealed, ‘all’s lost’, said I,
my heart was black as pitch,
as I perchanced to lift my head,
I saw the far man twitch
A thief be he, his life condemned,
my comrade in the dark,
and thus we hung, beneath the sky,
all was grim, all was dark,
To the middle now we cast our hate,
our eyes thus fixed on Him,
the soldiers truly earned their keep,
His body! O, so grim
The venom spewed from our hearts black,
sly tongues we pricked the mark,
yet, the middle Man just hung there, red,
His blood amidst our bark
As the far man hurled his hate,
to the middle I did seek,
His outward form was bruised and beat,
yet in my heart He now did speak
My soul awake! Tis beauty now!
I spoke…’remember me’,
from outstretched arms I heard Him cry,
“Today, you shall be with Me”
 
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