I have nerves as tough as nails, armor as strong as iron and a sword capable of cutting stone. I was one of the best.
I was on my night watch when a group of women came to mourn. They were wearing black and white; sorrow crowded their faces, and their shuffling was filled with sorrow. While they were mourning, a figure suddenly appeared. Light emitted from it. It had eyes as bright as the sun, it had a booming voice, and, with strength unimaginable, it rolled away the stone. Suddenly, I fell unconscious.
When I woke up, I saw one of the women talking to the man who had been in the tomb! I had seen the man die on the cross three days before! I realized that I was nothing compared to this man!
4 comments:
That was great ,Jacob. I have always wondered what the soldiers must have thought...Love, Grandma
Then what? Hey, dude..write some more!!
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This was a great story, Jake. I loved it. It was unique and really touching. I like how creative you and your brother got this year. Good job!!!!!!! Love you, Aunt Stephie
Thanks for the awesome comment,Grandpa!!!!!!!!!Thats very nice too,Grandma!!!!!!!!!And,thats a nice blog you have,Aunt Stephie!!!!!!!
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