You rammed your lance into His side
And out the crimson blood poured;
Startled when it splashed your face,
You looked up at the crucified Lord.
Later His sacred blood pierced your soul,
So you knelt down and began to pray;
This gradually led you towards holy freedom,
To a path that was to become The Way.
Pontius Pilate marveled at your courage,
For as a martyr you chose to die,
He wondered if what he heard of Jesus
Might be the truth and not a lie.