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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Poems & Songs
- Published: 01/30/2023
I Pierced the Son of God!
Born 1946, M, from PA, United StatesI pierced the Son of God
I am the man who pierced the Son of God.
My God! What is this thing that I have done?
Ten thousand strokes deserve I with a rod
for having stabbed the one with goodness shod
the day his living breath was finally gone.
What say ye soldier? O ye Roman guard?
Centurion, beware of your display.
You insult Caesar with your disregard
for his divinity. Do not impart
to this Judean what you say.
I’ve seen him in my dreams a thousand times,
thorn-crowned saliva streaming from his beard.
I see his flesh each time I sit to dine.
His blood appears within my finest wine.
Behold his righteous eyes in all that’s dear.
Centurion! Hold tongue! Do not proceed!
This foolishness you speak becomes you not!
This man? He bleeds like all the others bleed.
To give it thought there isn’t any need.
Within his grave he’ll stay! So let him rot!
That voice o Lord! That voice! I hear it still!
“Forgive them God they know not what they do!
All is accomplished just as you have willed.
All prophecy is now in me fulfilled.
I offer up my spirit now to you.”
And then I thrust my spear into his side
to ascertain that he was really dead.
A horrid wind howled through the countryside.
The quaking ground revealed those who had died
and never had I seen a blood so red.
Compose yourself Centurion! See this sword?
It is for those who Caesar so blaspheme.
Do you declare this Jesus as your Lord?
Reject for him your emperor adored?
Are you believing too this Jewish dream?
I am the man who pierced the Son of God!
Commander, what is this that we have done?
Ten thousand strokes deserve we with a rod.
He was the only one in goodness shod.
If for this I must die-let it be done.
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I Pierced the Son of God!(Radrook)
I pierced the Son of God
I am the man who pierced the Son of God.
My God! What is this thing that I have done?
Ten thousand strokes deserve I with a rod
for having stabbed the one with goodness shod
the day his living breath was finally gone.
What say ye soldier? O ye Roman guard?
Centurion, beware of your display.
You insult Caesar with your disregard
for his divinity. Do not impart
to this Judean what you say.
I’ve seen him in my dreams a thousand times,
thorn-crowned saliva streaming from his beard.
I see his flesh each time I sit to dine.
His blood appears within my finest wine.
Behold his righteous eyes in all that’s dear.
Centurion! Hold tongue! Do not proceed!
This foolishness you speak becomes you not!
This man? He bleeds like all the others bleed.
To give it thought there isn’t any need.
Within his grave he’ll stay! So let him rot!
That voice o Lord! That voice! I hear it still!
“Forgive them God they know not what they do!
All is accomplished just as you have willed.
All prophecy is now in me fulfilled.
I offer up my spirit now to you.”
And then I thrust my spear into his side
to ascertain that he was really dead.
A horrid wind howled through the countryside.
The quaking ground revealed those who had died
and never had I seen a blood so red.
Compose yourself Centurion! See this sword?
It is for those who Caesar so blaspheme.
Do you declare this Jesus as your Lord?
Reject for him your emperor adored?
Are you believing too this Jewish dream?
I am the man who pierced the Son of God!
Commander, what is this that we have done?
Ten thousand strokes deserve we with a rod.
He was the only one in goodness shod.
If for this I must die-let it be done.
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www.youngwriterssociety.com/work/Radrook/I-pierced-the-Son-138752
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