The blood that spilled from Savior’s wounds
Can heal the deepest wound
As one man learned next to the cross
When it gave him a boon
Centurion was work for him
He led a hundred men
But eyes had failed him through the years
But spear was thrust, what then
He suddenly had vision and
He praised the crucified
Lamented maybe what’d been done
To Christ the one who’d died
But I suspect that Longinus saw
The ending of the tale
Which was a boulder rolled away
And not the wood and nail