The Testimony of a Roman Centurion
Sweet hymns of praise once raised I,
To the Goddess of Roma, O Victoria!
Who wields a champion fire and battle cry!
But what was born as doubt became a spark,
Of a new glorious morn upon mine heart.
And the lips of mine have begun to sing,
A new song of worship for another King.
In the land of Israel, far from Latin land,
Found a Holy Man of great virtue did I,
Who was sentenced to die by Pilate's hand.
Yet, found no fault in Him they did,
The High Priests called blasphemy His sin,
And convinced all others that He had lied,
And begged that the Man be crucified.
The duty to whip the Holy Man was mine,
And then lead Him past the gate to The Skull,
But, there did I find the damned Man divine.
When pierced His side, spilling blood, did I,
And His red water mine lips did meet,
Mine eyes soon awakened to His light,
And a new and ardent faith in me took flight.
Mine belief in this newfound God I hid,
For still Victoria in my heart did rule.
Yet, could she offer that which Yeshua did?
War within mine heart was waged,
Between the pagan gods and the lately Lord.
When the fight inside mine soul did end,
Did faith in Christ, beyond the gods, ascend.
On the Passover, day three of His fall,
Heard the news of His resurrection did I,
And when I sought Him, most glorious of all,
Did He appear to me and of me instructed,
To spread the word of a Victorious God,
Who defeated death and its silencing grace,
Trading darkling slumber for sweet embrace.
Fades the Victory Goddess within mine soul,
For a new Victorious God found have I!
With His words and love mine cup is full.
The idols of mine life crumbled they did,
For they could not offer redemption so sweet.
A Christian now I, who has accepted the call,
For Yeshua, O Christ is the glorious God of all!
Sweet hymns of praise once raised I,
To the Goddess of Roma, O Victoria!
Who wields a champion fire and battle cry!
But what was born as doubt became a spark,
Of a new glorious morn upon mine heart.
And the lips of mine have begun to sing,
A new song of worship for another King.
In the land of Israel, far from Latin land,
Found a Holy Man of great virtue did I,
Who was sentenced to die by Pilate's hand.
Yet, found no fault in Him they did,
The High Priests called blasphemy His sin,
And convinced all others that He had lied,
And begged that the Man be crucified.
The duty to whip the Holy Man was mine,
And then lead Him past the gate to The Skull,
But, there did I find the damned Man divine.
When pierced His side, spilling blood, did I,
And His red water mine lips did meet,
Mine eyes soon awakened to His light,
And a new and ardent faith in me took flight.
Mine belief in this newfound God I hid,
For still Victoria in my heart did rule.
Yet, could she offer that which Yeshua did?
War within mine heart was waged,
Between the pagan gods and the lately Lord.
When the fight inside mine soul did end,
Did faith in Christ, beyond the gods, ascend.
On the Passover, day three of His fall,
Heard the news of His resurrection did I,
And when I sought Him, most glorious of all,
Did He appear to me and of me instructed,
To spread the word of a Victorious God,
Who defeated death and its silencing grace,
Trading darkling slumber for sweet embrace.
Fades the Victory Goddess within mine soul,
For a new Victorious God found have I!
With His words and love mine cup is full.
The idols of mine life crumbled they did,
For they could not offer redemption so sweet.
A Christian now I, who has accepted the call,
For Yeshua, O Christ is the glorious God of all!
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