Cynthia (otherwise known as Cindy), lay down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Her bestie, Rachel, had invited her to youth group, and Cindy had enjoyed every moment of it. She had heard all about 'accepting Jesus as your Lord and Saviour', and it all sounded a bit cliche.
As she stared up, she saw people moving around on the roof, and she heard voices. She saw a young man, about 30 years of age. He had blood dripping everywhere. He was obviously exhausted, carrying that big log on his back.
She saw the guards march the man towards a hill, and then saw two other men carrying logs on their backs. But there was something special about the man with the crown of thorns on his head. Wait. What?! A crown of thorns. Ouch. That must REALLY hurt.
They arrived at the hill, and she was curious, so she followed. The roof went blank for a minute, and then she saw the man lying on the log, and heard his cries as nails were driven deeper and deeper into his hands. The she saw herself with a mallet, hammering a nail into one of his hands. 'No!No!' she screamed, but there was nothing she could do about it.
He was lifted up between the other two men, and she heard a crowd of mockers. From that crowd, she heard her voice call out. 'No, Cynthia! What are u doing?!' she thought to herself. But there was still nothing she could do.
Then came the darkness. She glanced at her watch, seeing that it was noon. What? Darkness at noon? Then about 3 hours later came the earthquake. She, like the others, ran for cover.
There was a flash and she saw a very thick curtain. Suddenly, it spleet, split in half. Afraid,she fled.
She went back to that hill, just in time to hear that man cry out in a loud voice 'It is finished!'
A few hours later, she saw some people taking his body down, and they carried it away. She sensed something special about this man, so she followed them. They took him to a garden and placed him inside a rock. What? A rock? Don't people get buried? Oh, well.
She stayed there for hours, as darkness fell. Two guards came along to guard the body. A big stone was rolled over the entrance, so the body would not be taken. The volgende dag cam and then passed.
At about midnight the volgende morning, the ground shook. She awoke. She saw the guards, also trembling. Then the stone started to roll away, and the guards fainted from fear. Eyes fixed on the stone, she saw the man come out in all his glory. She fell to the ground on her face, afraid and ashamed. The man came up to her and spoke in a very gentle and loving voice. 'Cynthia.' She looked up. 'You hurt me a lot on Friday-' so this must be Sunday '-but I forgive you. I died so that u could spend eternity with my dad. I want to be your friend. The vraag is, will I be yours?"
At that the roof went blank. With tears in her eyes, Cindy hit her knees, and became vrienden with Him.
As she stared up, she saw people moving around on the roof, and she heard voices. She saw a young man, about 30 years of age. He had blood dripping everywhere. He was obviously exhausted, carrying that big log on his back.
She saw the guards march the man towards a hill, and then saw two other men carrying logs on their backs. But there was something special about the man with the crown of thorns on his head. Wait. What?! A crown of thorns. Ouch. That must REALLY hurt.
They arrived at the hill, and she was curious, so she followed. The roof went blank for a minute, and then she saw the man lying on the log, and heard his cries as nails were driven deeper and deeper into his hands. The she saw herself with a mallet, hammering a nail into one of his hands. 'No!No!' she screamed, but there was nothing she could do about it.
He was lifted up between the other two men, and she heard a crowd of mockers. From that crowd, she heard her voice call out. 'No, Cynthia! What are u doing?!' she thought to herself. But there was still nothing she could do.
Then came the darkness. She glanced at her watch, seeing that it was noon. What? Darkness at noon? Then about 3 hours later came the earthquake. She, like the others, ran for cover.
There was a flash and she saw a very thick curtain. Suddenly, it spleet, split in half. Afraid,she fled.
She went back to that hill, just in time to hear that man cry out in a loud voice 'It is finished!'
A few hours later, she saw some people taking his body down, and they carried it away. She sensed something special about this man, so she followed them. They took him to a garden and placed him inside a rock. What? A rock? Don't people get buried? Oh, well.
She stayed there for hours, as darkness fell. Two guards came along to guard the body. A big stone was rolled over the entrance, so the body would not be taken. The volgende dag cam and then passed.
At about midnight the volgende morning, the ground shook. She awoke. She saw the guards, also trembling. Then the stone started to roll away, and the guards fainted from fear. Eyes fixed on the stone, she saw the man come out in all his glory. She fell to the ground on her face, afraid and ashamed. The man came up to her and spoke in a very gentle and loving voice. 'Cynthia.' She looked up. 'You hurt me a lot on Friday-' so this must be Sunday '-but I forgive you. I died so that u could spend eternity with my dad. I want to be your friend. The vraag is, will I be yours?"
At that the roof went blank. With tears in her eyes, Cindy hit her knees, and became vrienden with Him.
No one sits with him he doesnt fit in
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him
Coz u want to belong do u go along?
Coz his pain is the price paid for u to belong
Its not like u hate him of want him to die
But maybe he goes home pagina and thinks suicide
of he comes back to school with a gun at his side
Only kindness from u might have saved his life
No one talks to her she feels so alone
shes in too much pain to survive on her own
the hurt she cant handle overflows to a knife
she writes on her arm wants to give up her life
each dag she goes is a dag that she is brave
fighting the lie that giving up is the way
each moment of courage her own life she saves
when she throws the pills out a hero is made
But we feel like we do when we make fun of him
Coz u want to belong do u go along?
Coz his pain is the price paid for u to belong
Its not like u hate him of want him to die
But maybe he goes home pagina and thinks suicide
of he comes back to school with a gun at his side
Only kindness from u might have saved his life
No one talks to her she feels so alone
shes in too much pain to survive on her own
the hurt she cant handle overflows to a knife
she writes on her arm wants to give up her life
each dag she goes is a dag that she is brave
fighting the lie that giving up is the way
each moment of courage her own life she saves
when she throws the pills out a hero is made
