~ By Wally Wood
It was just a few days before my 12th birthday in December 1962. A Sunday afternoon. We were home from church, had finished lunch, and the family was napping. I was cleaning the lunch dishes when my thoughts went to the Centurion at the cross. After a few moments imagining the scene, I “suddenly” sensed this poem rising up within me. I went to the den, got a tablet and pencil, sat down and began writing. I still, to this day, have the original tablet page with the penciled poem. Amazing!
The poem has been picked up and published in a few newspapers and magazines. It’s been dormant for many years … but, a few years ago, in my sleep, I kept having visions of the black storyboard for this poem. It’s as if the Lord wanted this poem “resurrected” from the shadows.
So, here it is. Enjoy and be blessed. Feel free to copy and share as, together, “we look to and hasten our Lord’s return.” (2 Peter 3:12)