Centurion’s Cross
John R. Petrilli
Beaten beyond measure,
Heaven-sent treasure,
Hung on a tree,
For folks like you and me.
Suspended from earth,
Disconnected from heaven,
Entered black darkness,
Totally forsaken.
Cries, “It is finished!”,
Surrenders in peace,
The pain’s all over,
Just quiet release.
Foot soldier’s frightened,
Can’t believe what he’s seen,
Was this really happening,
Or was it a dream?
He stands at the cross,
Where the Son of God dies,
Scarcely able to process,
What he’s seen with his eyes.
He searches for words,
As he gropes for the truth,
Then spontaneously acknowledges,
God just visited earth!
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