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Beneath the Cross of Christ I stand

~Fr. Nigel W.D. Mumford+

Beneath the Cross of Christ I stand

I am a Military man,

With my orders... in my hand.

“Don’t break his legs just pierce Him with your spear and

Make sure he is lifeless.

I have my orders

To finish this man off,

as I run Him through.

This I do,

And to my surprise water flows out.

I stand back and suppress a shout.

Then the man slumps

But speaks from his heart.

“Father forgive them they know not what they do.

Into your hands I commend my Soul...”

He slumped in death, the weather changed

There was lighting and thunder...

it was then that I knew

This man truly was the Son of God.

I didn’t sleep that night

Or for many nights after

I had delivered the coup de grâce

He was dying anyway

But I had to watch... and stay.

That moment replayed in my mind

Over and over, I had killed the man

The man who had only helped others

And healed on the Sabbath.


People pointed at me, for a while

I was not a happy man

I felt the burden of taking this mans life

I had terminated the Son of God

Yes, truly he was that man.

My personal grief

Formed into relief

When my heart knew

And was filled with knowledge and belief.

For, very truly I tell I tell you,

This man Jesus is the Son of God.


I was the last man to see him alive!

Until two days later

When I heard the news

The tomb was empty

He had risen and left the cave

The resurrected Christ alive and well

Even though I had run Him through.

And saw Him die...


Healing Grace and Peace be with you, Fr. Nigel+


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