Once he said, "I have no King but Caesar!”
And the Roman obeyed his command
Now instead he has become a believer
Once he watched him suffer a whip
And lusted for his blood to flow
Now it fills a grail for him to sip
Once he hid behind the garrison
He saw him fall on a stone road
Now he's become a good Samaritan
Once he had a hammer and a nail
And used them to fulfill a prophecy
Now he hears a mother's painful wail
Once he made a crown of thorns
He pierced his side and found only water
Now he makes halos out of horns
Once he moved a stone to seal a Tomb
He stood guard in front for Rome
Now he's born again from a holy womb
Once he was a doubting Thomas
Then he asked to see his hands
Now he believes the Lord's promise
Once it was he who would not repent
Until ashen palms blessed his skin
Now he fasts forty days for Lent
Once he was flesh upon this earth
And he was a sinner in God's sight
Now he wonders of his own worth
Once he dreamed that it was too late
And as he stood at the edge of his grave
Now he knows for whom he must wait
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
Once he said, "I have no King but Caesar!”
And the Roman obeyed his command
Now instead he has become a believer
Once he watched him suffer a whip
And lusted for his blood to flow
Now it fills a grail for him to sip
Once he hid behind the garrison
He saw him fall on a stone road
Now he's become a good Samaritan
Once he had a hammer and a nail
And used them to fulfill a prophecy
Now he hears a mother's painful wail
Once he made a crown of thorns
He pierced his side and found only water
Now he makes halos out of horns
Once he moved a stone to seal a Tomb
He stood guard in front for Rome
Now he's born again from a holy womb
Once he was a doubting Thomas
Then he asked to see his hands
Now he believes the Lord's promise
Once it was he who would not repent
Until ashen palms blessed his skin
Now he fasts forty days for Lent
Once he was flesh upon this earth
And he was a sinner in God's sight
Now he wonders of his own worth
Once he dreamed that it was too late
And as he stood at the edge of his grave
Now he knows for whom he must wait
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