Easter

2000 years ago
A little child was born
Naked, hungry and cold
So powerless and poor
But 30 years later
He was the most powerful
Man on Earth
He had many followers
And they wanted to make
A king of Him
But that wasn’t His mission
He had to do something
That nobody expected:
He had to die!
He was nailed on the cross
But not they nails hold Him on the cross
But His love for you and me
And so He died
With our sin on His back
Abandoned by His own father
But three days later
He rose out of the death
And saved us all
And now He’s the King of our life!

© Copyright Magali Vandromme

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Magali Vandromme

Geplaatst op

29-05-2008

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geschreven in april 2007

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