The Gambler

A poem from G.A. Studdert-Kennedy:

HE WAS A GAMBLER TOO . . .

AND, sitting down, they watched Him there, The soldiers did; There, while they played with dice, He made His Sacrifice, And died upon the Cross to rid God's world of sin. He was a gambler too, my Christ, He took His life and threw It for a world redeemed. And ere His agony was done, Before the weltering sun went down, Crowning that day with its crimson crown, He knew that He had won.