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Dusty Roads

by Dave Mudford © 2023

Dusty roads
broken dreams
pain explodes
fear screams;

Hanging on a wooden tree
No chance for me to be free.

deserved by me
to die near Thee;

Struggling to rise, to breathe air
Privileged with Christ to share.

Final hours
precious blood
death devours
mercy floods;

Paradise is what I'm promised,
Even though I was dishonest.

Dusty roads
now swept away
grace erodes
my pain today;

Dying to self, to live for Thee
Shame is buried, now I am free.

Live forgiven
dreams awoken
blessing given
hope now spoken!

Note: Written from the perspective of the thief on the cross

Luke 23:43 Jesus answered him, "Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise

This poem was a finalist in the March 2023 poetry contest

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