"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life" (John 3:16).

My body is racked with pain.... searing,piercing pain. The kind of pain only death can quell.

I see the crowd looking upon my tattered and bruised body. I see the faces of the believers, of the sinners through my blood drenched eyes.

Some laugh, some cry. I want to scream, WHY,WHY?

My body is dying, the crowd cheers as I am poked and prodded to see if I still breathe."Am I not flesh? Am I not a man, like you?"

"You cut me I bleed, you nail me to a cross I DIE!"

I died for the sinner who did not believe I was the Messiah, I died for the believer who knew I WAS!

My death did not come quickly, I died a slow, agonizing death.

The crowd yells, "Jesus, Son of God save yourself. Where's the miracle of your God?"

I say aloud, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing."

I am dead now, my head hangs down, but still I am prodded and pierced just to be sure. The Roman's don't want the false prophet performing any miracles on their shift.

I am taken off the Cross of Death... my family is saddened, the believers are mournful, the sinners are rejoiceful that the trouble maker is dead..

I am cleansed of the blood and wrapped in the clothing of the dead and taken to my burial place.

I lie there three days heavily guarded, just to be sure no miracle will occur and I AM REALLY DEAD!.....

My final resting place is not there, but in the arms of my Father...

A place all believers will one day be, because I died for the sinner, so he may live.