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Jesus Wasn'T There

When we now looked upon the roman cross, Jesus wasn't there. Nor when we entered the tomb, not even a single strand of His hair. Two men in white said why seek the living among the dead? The one you call Jesus is alive, tell His followers what we have said. The linen, oils and spices were discarded and left behind. We went to His disciples, but they thought we were out of our mind. So we went back to the tomb with John and Peter this time. Maybe they could help us solve this terrible crime. After seeing that the tomb was was empty and Jesus body had been taken away. The others went back, while I remained to silently pray. A stranger appeared asking me, why do I mourn and cry? So I questioned him if he knew who took Jesus body and why. Suddenly I saw a man and asked him if Jesus body was near. All He did was sweetly smile at me and say ever so clear...Mary.

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Date: 11/9/2009 12:43:00 PM
a nice retelling. Light & Love
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