I am one of the Roman soldiers
That drove the nails into Jesus' hands.
Then, I came to realize
He really was the Son of Man.
When I heard Him cry,
"Father, please forgive them,
For they know not what they do,"
bowed my head in shame ..
Because, right then
And there, I knew
That He really was the Son of God
not just another Jew.
I felt a sharp pain in my stomach,
And another ran up my spine.
I watched the sky grow dark and gloomy
if to stop the hands of time.
Then, in the ninth hour,
Jesus gave up the ghost
And I felt so ashamed
I'd bid on His clothes.
There was a rumbling sound like thunder
And the ground shook in it's wake.
I looked up at Jesus. On the cross.
Then, I exclaimed, "For heaven's sake!"
I helped crucify the Messiah,
The One who died for even me. I said,
"He really was the Son of God
I nailed Him to this tree."
Lord, some people don't believe the story
Of how you died and rose again,
Even though You ascended toward heaven
Before the eyes of many men.
But, if they would just believe
That You're God's one and only Son,
They would share in heaven's Paradise
this earth age is finally done.
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"When the centurion who stood there in front of Jesus, heard His cry and saw how He had died, He said, 'surely this man was the Son of God!'"
Part of this poem is fictional and a metaphor:
© 2009 by Vickie Lambdin Poetry by Vickie Lambdin Treasured Thoughts Vickie is a Heavenly Inspirations author. This poem may be used in its entirety, with credits in tact, for non-profit ministering purposes.