I am a Roman soldier, A Roman proud to be.
I ran from home some time ago, a soldier just to be.
I am a Roman soldier, A soldier proud and strong.
I am the Roman soldier who did the Savior wrong.

I held the scourge that whipped his back,
I mocked his name, yes that’s a fact.
I drove the nails into his hands,
I laughed at all his tearful fans.
And at his feet I gambled there,
for the robe that he did wear.

Then as I looked up at his tree, I heard from him this gracious plea.

“MY FATHER, GOD, FORGIVE THEM PLEASE!”

I sat and thought about his words,
“Forgive them please” just how absurd.
I heard those words sound in my mind.
I know those words were God’s Divine.

I am a Roman soldier, A Roman yes you see. I am a Roman Soldier, ashamed, I am, to be.

Each man a Roman Soldier, A Roman yes you see.
Each man a Roman soldier, A soldier each you be.

You draw the scourge, you drive the nails, You spit and mock you see,
each day you sin You laugh at him, A soldier you are to HE.

You are a Roman Soldier, A Roman yes you see.
For when you sin against Your Christ, The God of Calvary
You are a Roman soldier, to Christ, Your God and King.