Snow on Good Friday. Heh. You'd think we were celebrating Christ's birth, not His death and ressurection. Ironic, I suppose.
To feel small, and insignificant, while the Creator of the universe came down, humbled Himself as a man and died that I might be forgiven.
"As a rose trampled on the ground, You took the fall, and thought of me, above all."
Happy Good Friday....because we know the ending.
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