If I was there, Jesus, in your days What would be my name? Where would I have stood? Would I be Mary who gave you birth? Or Herod, who sort your death? Would I have travelled like the wise men? Or held the sword across a child's head? If I was there, Jesus, in your [...]
Numbers laced with death.
Like the waves of the sea . . .
You'll wake up from death disappointed . . .
My dear cousin shares a semi-horror story you might want to read.
The one who casts the shadow is defeated. Powerless. Helpless. Toothless. All that's left of him is his shadow that lurks.
But does it really make any sense? That life ends here? What happens to the you that is your SOUL?