• There I was.Standing there in awe.For I could not believe what had happened, but yet what still had to come.Still was I.Not moving.Barely breathing.The cold open pavement of stone by stone now covered with the rich red blood.The peculliar unknown scent.Curiosity and love had drew me to follow the trail.I had.It had pushed me into a moving crowd.Shouts and screams and cries.It was all so fast but yet so slow.I could hear everything.Time kept going and we finally arrived at the hillside.The guards had finally brought down the tall wood.It was straight.A perfect line.Then He was placed.The hammer piercing into His skin, binding him unto the wood.I cried.With each harsh pound, a tear would slowly, neatly trickle down my face and would sting my eyes.Then He was put up.He stood high.And yet proud.Like a King.For He is the one and only invincible King.Even going through this, he is still Mighty.Then, he was perfectly placed up high.I stopped breathing.My heart no longer continued to beat.My eyes never shut.I couldn`t believe what I saw.I saw something come out of the sky.I could of sworn it was the same man that stood high before me.Just the same but yet more beautiful, brighter, stronger, proud.More of everything.Then the man disappeared.Then the man on this cross turned and looked at me.He worded something.Before he could finish, the guard took his spear and stabbed the innocent one.The earth began to shake.I could only feel a small short wave.But many had said it was a horrible terrible earthquake.Then a voice like thunder.But more wonderful yet terrifying voice.I knew it was Him.The father of whom had just been crucified.I fell at once on my knees.I had prayed, prayed to no end.Prayed until it was dark.Prayed until everyone had left.Minutes passed, then hours.Hours that seemed like days.Like weeks.I stand there and watch Him.To see if He will come alive again.To see if He will awaken and come down to hug me.To teach me more.To tell me more of His wonderful stories.He didn`t.He hadn`t come.I cried.I screamed.I prayed.I begged.I wanted, I needed to know why He didn`t come back.Why He didn`t stop it.He worked miracles.He could save a small boy to a king.But He wouldn`t save Himself? I then just realized what he tried to tell me.He was trying to say that He will be back in due time.Just when we need Him at the highest peak before death.The tears trickled back.But this time they didn`t hurt.They tickled and felt good upon my cheeks.I looked up at the sky as the sun came up.His blood no longer ran down His body.I could tell already, He was preparing to come back, for....me.

    Epilogue

    It has been a year now and life seems great for me.I still miss Him.Alot of us do.But a great little story from just the other day.Me and my Uncle went to go cut down some wood.The same wood that was made for the cross, was not straight.We looked at all the trees that were made from the wood of the cross.They were all crooked.And something still tells me, they are all still crooked in the year of 2008.