No Death Compares.....

"Oh, my precious Lord..please don’t die!" "Just over us?" "We are not worth it!" I cried. "We are sinful and not worth a glance!" "Why did you choose to give us another chance?" Your blood runs crimson down that cross! I did not understand….I was at a loss. With tears in my eyes, I looked up at your face.. Stained dried blood, I wanted to wipe leaving no trace. You heaved and casted out your last breath. I wanted to take you down and to have taken your death. "I can never take this pain and suffering I have caused you!" "Lord, I feel ashamed of what I have put you through." I bow down on my knees, praying forgiveness for my sins. You whisper in my thoughts that you will rise again! I fell asleep, feeling ashamed that somber day... When those soldiers came and took you away. Your hand rose me up gently from my slumber... "Lord..forgive me, forgive me!" I cried like a beggar! "I have died for you and all of mankind." "Your sins are forgiven!" Those words were a sign. "Go and tell others of what you have witnessed this hour." Scrambling to my feet, I went to tell others feeling empowered.