The Day that Death Died By Michaela W. By one of His own, He was betrayed, One who, by silver’s ring, was swayed, He was led away, His hands bound and tied, On the day that death died. Spit upon and falsely accused, He was whipped, beaten – horribly abused, Before Pilate of Rome, He was questioned and tried, On the day that death died. Led through the streets full of mocking and scorn, A burden on His back, on… Read more »
“Now there are also many other things that Jesus did. Were every one of them to be written, I suppose that the world itself could not contain the books that would be written.” -John 21:25 “Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of the disciples, which are not written in this book; but these are written so that you may believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that by believing you may have life in his name.”… Read more »
We gather there, on that road to watch as Jesus stumbles down the road. Soldiers whip Him as He struggles to carry the wooden cross, and we cheer with every blow. “Take that!” “Hit Him again!” The mob mentality has fully overtaken us. As one body, one voice, we follow Him down the road like a parade celebrating His coming death. Jesus stumbles and falls down, unable to carry the cross anymore. We boo at Him, scorning His weakness. A… Read more »
