(Heikki Tyynysniemi/SK)On Friday night.
We were about to run straight to Golgata,
we knew they were going there.
Then my sister stopped and said:
"Wait, I want to see Jesus
when he's still alive." So we stopped and waited
and saw them coming. He could barely walk.
We walked in same pace,
sound of roman soldiers march echoed in starbright night.
It was so dark and coold and beautiful.
On sunday morning
I know He lives
and because of that
I may live.
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