Jesus was born.

Jesus was killed.

What a story to tell.

Born a baby.

Died a young man.

With Magdalene by his side.

A beautiful starry evening.

That led to an earthquake and black storm.

With the dead walking barefoot.

And a cry that is still heard.

In the mind of men of conscience.

What a waste of a good man and mind.

Jesus…brother. Love you.

EO