Confessions of a Roman Soldier Mixea Lyrics

This is a song I wrote about the day that I was crucified

And scourged with whips by the Roman soldiers

On behalf of the hierarchy of the Jewish church

It reflects a lot of the high emotions of that day

And this one's from the perspective of a Roman soldier

Who is this man I'm whipping with whips

Is he the real Jesus

Who is this man I'm putting nails through his hands

Is he the real Jesus

Oh yeah, this man, they call him King of the Jews

and they put a thorn of crowns on his head

a thorn of crowns on his head

Is he the real Jesus

Is he the real Jesus

I don't know if he's the real Jesus

but he sure looks a lot like Jesus in my heart

Jesus in my heart

I don't know if he's the real Jesus

But he sure looks a lot like Jesus in my heart

Jesus in my loving heart, I say yeah

Who is this man that I'm forcing to carry

The very wooden plank that he'll be nailed upon

Who is this man that I kick with my heavy leather boot

Hours before he dies upon the cross

Who is this man that I'm mocked and spat upon

Who is this man

Is he, is he, is he, is he the real Jesus

Oh yeah

Is he the real Jesus

Oh yeah

I need to know, I need to know

I need to know, I need to know

Is he the real Jesus

Oh yeah

Is he the real Jesus

Oh yeah

Cause he sure looks a lot like the Jesus in my heart

Yeah, he sure looks a lot like the Jesus in my loving heart

I say yeah

I'm not a higher-up in the Roman army

Hell, I'm just basically a gopher

I just follow orders from the top

I don't have any say in what I do

Word comes from the emperor to the governor of some region

And that goes to the governor of some outpost

And that goes to the governor of some province

In this case Pontius Pilate

And he tells me to whip this man

Well, he doesn't even tell me to whip this man

He tells his subordinate to whip a man

And his man tells his man who tells his man to whip a man

Then that man tells his man, and then that man comes and tells me

I'm like eight degrees removed from the decision-making process

I'm just a lowly soldier

I mean, I don't know

I don't want to whip this man

It just seems so unjust somehow

But soldiering is all I know

And I'd do anything for the Roman Empire

I love the Roman Empire

It's like my mama and my daddy

It's given me everything I have

Sent me to foreign countries

And given me all kinds of interesting duties

You know

But I don't want to whip this man

When I look at this man Jesus

I look him straight in his eyes

I can tell he knows lots about me

And he's seen my soul

He's seen every corner of my soul

As if it was lit up by a divine light

Lit up by a divine light

Lit up by a divine light

Lit up by a divine light

And I think this Jesus may really be the Son of God

I think this Jesus may really be the Son of God

Who is this man

Who is this man

Is he the real Jesus? Oh yeah

Is he the real Jesus? Oh yeah

Is he really Jesus? Oh yeah

Is he really Jesus? Oh yeah

Is he the Son of God

Or is he the Son of Man

Has he come here to die for our sins upon the cross

Who is this Jesus

Who is this Jesus

And is this the real Jesus

And is this the real Jesus

Because he sure looks a lot like the Jesus in my heart

And he sure looks a lot like the Jesus in my heart

I said he sure looks like the Jesus in my ever-loving heart

He sure looks like the Jesus in my ever-loving heart

In my ever-loving heart