Centurion
Grant Hope #200
When it was finished
you paid the price
you didn’t think of me once but thrice
with a spike in each hand
one in your foot
your flowing blood output
You are my intercessor
in the darkness
shrouding this land
when the sun stops shining
the veil tears
you are the warrior God-Man
Each step
not sure who to trust
you gave me life
an innocent man
freed me from death’s-trife
now beating my chest
at calvary’s scene
No longer bound by sin unclean
it’s
time
to
let
praises
sing
Centurion
do you see?
Centurion
look at me!
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