Three crosses on a lonely hill,
   A thief on either side,
And, in between, the Son of God...
   How wide the gulf - how wide!

Yet one thief spanned it with the words,
   "Oh Lord, remember me";
The other scoffed and turned aside
   To lost eternity.

Forsaken is the hilltop now,
    And all the crosses gone,
But in believing hearts of men
   The center cross lives on.

And still, as when these sentinels
   First met earth's wondering view,
The presence of the Lord divides -
   Upon which side are you?

	Helen Franzee Bower