| The Centurion |
| This day was to be like any other day, just another duty to perform Overseeing some common criminals, which to society would not conform To watch his soldiers hang them on a tree, for all be displayed on a cross The cruelest punishment for these men, to have life slowly traded for loss When he read the sign for the center One, proclaimed the king of the Jews He shook his head in wonder, for that Man was covered in black and blues Most of the crowd mocked and jeered Him, a few shed a tear of grief Soldiers cast lots for His cloak, as the priests scoffed at Him for His belief Then he looked up at Him, expecting to see some hatred or despise What he saw was a calmness, and nothing but compassion in His eyes He felt to the core of his being, this was, without doubt, an innocent Man Why didn’t the others see it, if one so simple as he could understand Suddenly the ground began to tremble, as if the whole-wide world shook And in those final moments, gave everyone, then himself, one last look Then looking up toward the heavens, He spoke with His final breath “Into Your hands, Father, I commend My spirit,” and yielded unto death And something welled up inside him, coming from deep within his heart He knew that if he did not let it come out, it would surely tear him apart Having looked into eyes of Jesus, knowing what must be said, gave a nod Speaking solemnly to everyone, he said, “This surely was the Son of God.” Matthew 27 |
| Fox © May 2011 |