Centurion Poems - Poems about Centurion

The centurion, like kings and knights, possessed all powers. He felt, as though, in front of Jesus, his might was mere mist. Doesn't this mist, though tentative, add to timely showers? He wanted Jesus to cure his steward. There came the twist. Knowing him through and through, the incarnate felt compassion. He strolled towards his mansion with his heavenly design. Two...

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Dear Mary I arose from bed this morning with you in mind. While awake and still in bed, I reminisced the years we shared and the JOY you brought to so many lives. You were always delightful and 'pure JOY' to be around. I reflected upon your 97th birthday celebration that I was privileged to attend and recalled the visit with you...

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Friends, Romans, Countrymen, gathered in awe to watch The Master and his name exhort, and at the crease blazoned a century score by the Lion slayer in fierce onslaught. Cut, hook, pull, and drive - each ball thunderstruck as I took my guard at the city end, cover...

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Centurio Romanus sum, et nolite flere non commovebitur. I am a Roman Centurion.I do not weep or tremble. But I have wept some bitter tears before this end of week. Yes, I have wept some bitter tears hot rolling down my cheek that wet my bed and wet my beard as I was losing sleep. My Soldiers aren’t well bread, uncouth...

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Proudly he stands, the centurion of stone, alone in his battleground where winds drape their coolness against his sun-baked smile unbreaking as he defies the forces opposing his decades of being, dauntless in his pose, he holds his thrusting sword towards a ghostly foe....

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As the head Centurion was supervising his men Occasionally he'd look upon Jesus now and then And as he was instructing his men as to what to do It was closer to this Man Jesus that this centurion drew And after the Cross was raised he then stood on guard This battle worn soldier whose heart was now so hard Hearing...

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He hated his posting here; Rome had sent him here as punishment; He was sure of that; These people were a stubborn lot; He hated them most of all; Then he met the prisoner. He was supposed to be some kind of king. Pilate had interviewed this man; Now the other guards were mocking him; They fashioned a crown of thorns for His...

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