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The centurion stands strong
He wavers not, swayed he is not
He must do his job just right
The crowd and shouting people
He pays no attention to
Instead he watches the one man
Struggling up the hill
A cross of wood he carries on his back
The people jeer and yell at him
Insult him and trip him up

The centurion stands strong
He wavers not, swayed he is not
He must do his job just right
Sympathy is not allowed
For this man dying on the tree
But there’s a longing in his heart
The man’s face is pale and haggard
But his eyes are filled with hope
Compassion and forgiveness
Suddenly the soldier breaks

No longer is the centurion strong
He wavers and he is swayed
He goes against Roman law says
Sympathy overcomes him
He sees the people weep and cry
For the man about to die
The man sacrificed so much
Helped and healed their lives forever
He knows this is murder
But he cannot do much to help
The centurion stands strong
He wavers not, swayed he is not
He must do his job just right
The man is suffering for them
With a random act of kindness
The soldier picks up the pitcher
Placed beneath the cross
He offers the man a drink
Feeling he has done some good
The man on the cross breathes deeply

The centurion stands strong
He wavers not, swayed he is not
He must do his job just right
The man on the cross is dead
The centurion feels remorse
Shame and disappointment too
Water was the most he could give
While this man gave everything
The people weep uncontrollably
Now he understands their pain

The centurion stands strong
He wavers not, swayed he is not
He must do his job just right
The heavens darken and rumble
Rain splatters onto the earth
Drenching the crowd and the cross
The soldier looks at the man’s face
Lightning flashes behind him
His face is still strong in death
Maybe he was the Son of God



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