Centurion
a poem of faith
by
Marié Luyken
*
and though I may count among my friends
nobles and princes,
Though I may live in splendour
as decreed by birth,
And though I built a temple
for the gentle people
of this land,
Though I may love this land
that became my own
and though I kissed the dusty earth
in supplication to the gods,
Though I may have many servants
who do their master's bidding
And though I loved one of them
as I would my own life,
That life is nothing,
for now my servant lies dying
and I, distraught, have sent for Him
who Heals,
who walks the hills and meads of Samaria.
But who am I, that I should look upon the Lord?
Who am I but a humble servant,
not worthy to receive Him?
Who am I, but that my faith alone
will stand for me
and I believe that a word,
a Voice
alone
will heal.
†
Luke 7: 1 - 10