Come on in. Let me tell you the story of the Jesus that I know. No one really knows what our father lookes like
but one day hopefully we will all be able to cast our eyes upon him.
One day along time ago. The Angels told the people ,
For unto you this day is born a Saviour. What a glorious day this was.
A memorie lane of his birth to the day he had to leave to prepare a home for us.
This maybe is what he looked like in this world
when he walked thu his life here?
He is our shephard.
Always watching over us.
He is always there To give you a hand and pull you up.
He knew his destiney.
But yet he loves all that he sees.
He would tell everyone of the Lord
and his love for us.
Come unto me he would say,
to the little children.For he loved them so.
They were innocent and precious to him.
Here he is praying to the father.
Oh the Power of prayerS
For the day the soldiers came.
He went to the garden to talk to the father.
There he awaited his death.
There is when the soldiers came.
He carried this cross for you and me.
Oh what a heavy load he had to carry.
But we would not be here today if he hadn't of done this.
Oh! What a price he had to pay and he did nothing wrong!
He could of called a army of angels to stop this, but yet
he laid there and let it happen for you and me.
So we would be able to live.
He could of done alot of things,but he didn't.
He loved us more then he did himself.
So he died.
Could you put your only son here to die?
For people sins, when he was innocent?
He loved us that much that he died
for all of us, so we could live and learn,
of our heavenly father and the place that awaits for us.
Can you not feel the pain,
in the heart of his mother
and the Lord our father,
when they held him in their arms,
after they took him off the cross?