the robe

Written by: samuel lane

      THE ROBE
 
   i sat down by the city gate
to watch the people passing by
 
  it must have been about midday
judging by the sun up in the sky
 
   then out of nowhere darkness fell
what happened to the sun
 
   then came thunder, lightning an hail
and the crowd began to run
 
   i have never seen a storm so fierce
as the one i saw this day
 
   so i stopped a roman soldier
to find out what he would say
 
   he said that up there on the hill
3 men were crucified
 
   the storm rolled in the very moment
the one called christ had died
 
   he said that he now believed
christ was the son of god
 
   coming from a roman soldier
this statment seemed so odd
 
   as he said these strange words to me
there were teers in his eyes
 
   it was the first time i've ever seen
a roman soldier cry
 
   he took the robe that he was carrying
and gave the robe to me
 
  he said the robe belonged to christ
please treat it properly
 
   of the heavy rain that fell on me
fallen from the sky
 
   this robe of christ in my arms
still some how felt so dry
 
   i could fill all this power now
flowing through this robe
 
   i know that its not mine to keep
i must find its proper home
 
   you need not even meet this man
to truely believe
 
   he was christ our lord, king of kings
this man from galalee