: About Me

Rising Son It was raining that day not a light in the sky. The ground was shaking as the wind blew by. Petals were torn from their bending stems and the clouds covered the earth from end to end. I could see His skin torn from its bone, and the crown He wore of deep, sharp thorns. His blood ran down His solemn face as He carried His cross to its resting place. My hope and faith seemed so lost as they nailed my Savior to His cross. The sound of sorrow laid coverage to the earth as we watched Him die a death undeserved. He never made a single sound as His blood fell violently to the ground. T...