A Roman soldier forces a 2nd century Christian to confess his faith in Caesar or die.

“To the floor you go,
Tell me everything you know
And all that you believe
Answer right or pay the price
No, the truth will not suffice,
Death or hell – you cannot leave.”
 
With my broken body
Limp and soaked in blood
I knew my chances shoddy
As I tasted Roman mud.
I was feeling somewhat pressured
By the soldier, to say the least,
Can’t take my eyes off the treasure
Shake the number of the beast.
 
Waters of life in my soul, yet I was dying of thirst
I was shivering with the cold in the heat of the sunlight’s burst
I remembered the beautiful blessing that took my life from the curse
The music struck a chord in the one hundred and first
Year of our Lord.
 
I felt the cold stone cool my belly
And my back felt the pointed sword
I could save myself into Hell
Or be saved through death by the Lord
So the emperor’s name the soldier
Wanted to hear me sing
But the taste of death I savored
When I cried “Christ is my King!”
 
Waters of life in my soul, yet I was dying of thirst
I was shivering with the cold in the heat of the sunlight’s burst
I remembered the beautiful blessing that took my life from the curse
The music struck a chord in the one hundred and first
Year of our Lord.
 
I would rather be in heaven
Than to live a living hell
I would die a thousand deaths
And have no story to tell
Now my life is ever the Kingdom’s
And the Father kept His Word
And the Word’s the most lovely confession
That this soldier’s ever heard.
 
Waters of life in my soul, yet I was dying of thirst
I was shivering with the cold in the heat of the sunlight’s burst
I remembered the beautiful blessing that took my life from the curse
The music struck a chord in the one hundred and first
Year of our Lord.


Submitted: September 24, 2010

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