On a hill as shadows fall,
Against the wood, a solemn call.
Voices raised in scorn and spite,
Underneath the fading light.

""Forgive them, Father,"" so He pleads,
Among the thieves, in their misdeeds.
""They know not what they do,"" He cries,
Underneath the stormy skies.

Hands and feet, bound and nailed,
Love's lament, through pain unveiled.
Eyes of mercy, tears that blend,
With the sins of foe and friend.

In His gaze, the world's refrain,
Echoes of love, beyond the pain.
A prayer that breaks the heart of stone,
For lost souls, He calls His own.

""Forgive them, Father,"" so He pleads,
Among the thieves, in their misdeeds.
""They know not what they do,"" He cries,
Underneath the stormy skies.

So let this prayer forever be,
A call to love, to set us free.
In every heart, let mercy move,
To live, to learn, to forgive, to love."