The poem, “The Centurion’s Awe at Golgotha: Christ’s Sacrifice Unveils Divinity in Triumphant Victory Over Satan’s Dominion”, portrays Good Friday through the centurion’s perspective, capturing his transformation from stoic soldier to reverent witness of Christ’s divinity. Vivid imagery—torn skies, quaking earth, bleeding wounds, and radiant light—depicts the cosmic upheaval of the crucifixion. Rhetorical questions probe the power, mercy, and truth revealed in Christ’s sacrifice, stirring the centurion’s heart. The Savior’s cry, “Finished!” rends the heavens, as faithful hearts behold His glory. The poem closes with the centurion kneeling to proclaim, “Truly this is the Son of God!”—affirming Christ’s blazing triumph and eternal reign over Satan, blending solemnity with majestic hope.

On Golgotha’s grim, shadowed rise,
The cross looms high beneath torn skies.
A centurion stands, with hardened gaze,
Yet stirs at sights that truth ablaze.

What sacrifice does this man bear?
What love divine through anguish rare?
The thorns that bite, the blood that falls,
Proclaim a King who death forestalls.

Through darkened noon, the heavens wail,
The earth’s deep groan no strength can veil.
What power shakes the sacred ground?
What mercy in such pain is found?

The soldier’s heart, once cold as stone,
Now trembles at the cross’s throne.
What light through dying eyes does gleam?
What grace redeems the darkest dream?

The skies convulse, the rocks divide,
As sacred blood from wounds does glide.
What voice, though stilled, yet shakes the air?
What truth unveils through mortal prayer?

In faithful hearts, His glory wakes,
A love that hell’s dominion breaks.
“Finished!” His cry the cosmos rends,
The reign of sin in ruin ends.

No darkness veils this holy light,
The centurion kneels in reverent sight.
“Truly this is the Son of God!”
Christ’s triumph blazes, ever bright.