4th century BC
Plato
- Idealism — forms over particulars
- The Republic ethic: “God is not the author of evil”
Notes
If you want to test a gospel, take it to the thief on the cross. He is the cleanest case there is. Nailed to a tree, hours from death, he could not kneel, could not be baptized, could not walk an aisle or sign a card or do one single religious thing. And the Lord told him, today shalt thou be with me in paradise. So whatever salvation requires, it cannot require anything the thief did not have - because he had none of it, and he was saved.
That is why the verses are built the way they are. Read what the song says he lacked: no church clothes, no baptism, no tongues of fire, no mission trips, no offerings, no confirmation, no sinner's prayer, no theologians' words. I did not pick those at random. Every one of them is something some camp somewhere has made essential. The thief had not one shibboleth of any of them, and he was in paradise that afternoon. The song is a quiet way of saying that anything you add to the cross, the thief already disproved.
The chorus borrows Toplady on purpose - nothing in my hands to bring - because there is no better line for it, and because this is the whole album in miniature. From Pride to Praise is a man learning he brought nothing. The thief is that lesson with a face - every prop kicked away, nothing in his hands at all, and the first one through the door into paradise.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
A thief, a man of sin and shame,
On the cross, he bore the blame.
No church clothes, no pious guise,
No works to merit paradise.
[Verse 2]
No baptism, no tongues of fire,
No mission trips to spread the choir,
No offerings of wealth or time,
No confirmation, yet still he climbed.
[Verse 3]
The cross he hung, unable to kneel,
No sinner’s prayer, no holy appeal,
But one belief, the thief held true,
That Christ was who He claimed to be, no other view.
[Chorus]
Nothing in my hands to bring,
No good works, no offering.
Just faith alone in Christ who saves,
The One who conquered death and graves.
No merit mine, no debt I own -
I stand redeemed by grace alone.
[Verse 4]
No theologians’ words or spin,
No shining lights, no ego within,
No miracles seen or pictures drawn,
Just faith alone, his heart shining strong.
[Verse 5]
For God so loved, He gave His Son,
And through belief, salvation’s won.
No matter what we’ve done or lack,
In Christ alone, we find our track.
[Chorus]
Nothing in my hands to bring,
No good works, no offering.
Just faith alone in Christ who saves,
The One who conquered death and graves.
No merit mine, no debt I own -
I stand redeemed by grace alone.
[Verse 6]
The thief, a testament to grace,
A glimpse of God’s unending chase,
A reminder of His love profound,
That through faith alone, we’re heaven-bound.
[Final Chorus]
Nothing in my hands to bring,
No good works, no offering.
Just faith alone in Christ who saves,
The One who conquered death and graves.
No merit mine, no debt I own -
I stand redeemed by grace alone.
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