A SONG OF THREES
There were three who swung from the gallows tree
Before the day was done.
One was a murderer, one was a thief,
And one was God's own son.
They stirred a bit in the stirring wind
And the ropes moved to and fro,
While the ravens circled the gallows tree
And the ants lined up below.
Three mothers wept in the trampled grass
Before the day was doneó
One for a murderer, one for a thief,
And one for God's own son.
And God from His heaven looked down, looked down,
And wept for each of the three
Who spread their love like winding sheets
Under the gallows tree.