CENTURION

Dent that rock, sure, I may try!

Hammer and club away,

Watch sparks fly!  But make a dent?

Never!  Any day!

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Consider then heart of stone

Removed by tyranny

Harder that stone!  Nor in the eye

Ever a tear I see!

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Then comes a conviction of Truth!

Penetrates opens wide!

Man on a cross for others, hangs!

Spikes holding!  See bleeding side!

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This man’s heart hard!  Seen many die!

Some He had struck down, too!

But now this One, high on this cross

What is a man to do!

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Then conviction, powerful,

Contends to breakdown.

Watching this guiltless Man hang

He see’s a King with no crown!

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Except for that thorn thing

Tilted – tilted on His brow.

Priests scoffing, of course, religiously

And did they do this, now?

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As though answering a question,

Although nothing was asked!

One snidely answered, Crown for The King!

A completed task!

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Decidedly!  King of my Life!

Centurion answers softly and calm!

Sad eyes alone betray true thoughts

And still, no cause for alarm!

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But his heart cries out in wonderment,

Body stiff as a board!

Mind only betrays his thoughts

Truly the Son of  God!

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Sure, we the world heard His voice!

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the Sam (02.07.12)

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