I spent my life in learning to obey
Until I was promoted from the rank,
And now this garrison is my command;
My soldiers do exactly as I say.
Capernaum can offer grateful thanks
That order is my law—and there I stand.
For how can any thinking man deny,
If one is to he higher than the dog.
He must obey a perfect, Godlike power.
My love for order is the reason why
I gave the people here a synagogue.
And why this is to me a happy hour.
I heard of Jesus not so long ago;
He quickly healed the son of my dear friend
While up at Cana, two days' march away.
So many people love him, high and low,
And now I also love, but in the end
I love a God to whom a man can pray;
I love a God of order and of law.
For that means love and tenderness to me
And should to all, for all must dwell in Him.
This Jesus is a man without a flaw.
No matter what the evil seems to he
His blazing faith is never faint or dim.
My servant, who has served me faithfully,
Was very sick. I felt that death would come,
So naturally I asked for Jesus' aid.
I knew the Master would bring help to me.
But when I learned that he approached my home.
Then suddenly the light began to fade.
My gentile home—to him, a Jew, unclean!
I sent a quick reply only to ask
His word commanding evil to depart.
And so it did! My eyes have never seen
Such sudden health. Now it shall be my task
To bring the word to every waiting heart.
