How can I let it come to this?
To lose my daughter here so young
For her no one seems to know what ails
Are slowly bringing her demise
I know what I have to do
And if I can must do it soon
For if I linger anymore
Maybe no other course for me
I'll go and see the Nazarene
The One they say can heal the sick
But what chance have I, a Roman Guard,
That He should come and save her life?
Halfway there to where He's at
I can tell by the gathered throng
Of cripples, lepers, blind and dumb
All waiting for, perchance, a cure
I'll only ask Him for a word
That He can utter that will cure
I know, for when I give an order
I'm sure that it will come about
"Jesus" I orate over the crowd
That I am not worthy enough of You
To leave and come and save this girl
From her untimely certain death
But being a man of authority
Know if you give your word or vow
Know it will for certain come about
And my daughter will be okay
He told me I was strong in faith
And will be done as you request
So go and worry not of loss
But rejoice in what you gained
So I left and halfway home
When the servant called to me
That just a little while ago
She sat up and began to speak
I knew then that it was done
He kept His word and vow to me
To be reprieved from such a fate
Of losing a precious child so young