Monday, March 28, 2011

You Speak of Death.

The air is thin.

The sky is dark.

Just moments ago we were walking with You. You were healing the sick, raising the dead, teaching us in stories.

And now You speak of death. Your death.

And we are terrified.

Because Your death means the end of this season. Your death means the silencing of the Voice. Your death means ours.

Why?

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