This song illustrates why the Easter season matters so much to me. Like the thief who died at Christ's side, I, too, need the Love that forgives, the Love that wins a victory over my sin and shame, the Love that heals my deepest wounds. That such a Love exists is, to me, a miracle. That God would give His Son away because He loved me. All I can do is offer up my thanks, feeble though it may be. Without such Love, I would have no hope, and this broken world would be without redemption. Because of what He did, what He gave, there is a promise that sustains in the darkness: even this will be made beautiful. What is dead will rise again.