Imagine you are looking at Jesus.
He is on the cross,
badly bruised and bleeding all over
From the torture by the Roman soldiers.
He took the whole world's sins on Him,
From Adam's time up to the future,
As He was crucified outside the boundaries of time.
His blood has washed us clean.

Imagine you are looking at Jesus.
He has the whole world's diseases on His own body.
Imagine how terrible He looks on the cross.
Skin diseases, cancers, eye diseases,
All the world's diseases,
To think He took them all
And His body is broken
So that yours is made whole.
He looked so terrible
That God had to cover the whole earth in total darkness
Until Jesus cried out," IT IS FINISHED!"
And breathed His last.

To think He rejected to go back to the Father's side,
To think He gave up everything just for us,
To think He went to the cross and suffer so terribly for us.

Imagine you are looking at Jesus,
His broken body was brought down from the cross.
He was carried to the garden tomb.
The pharisees were afraid
As He has said,"I will rise again on the 3rd day!",
They sent a guard to guard the tomb,
In fear He would rise again.

Imagine you are looking at Jesus,
He has rose again.
He went down to Hell and conquered death for you.
He is now at the Father's right hand.
He smiles at you,
"My child, look at My hands," He says to you.
His hands are still pierced.
Tears run down your cheeks,
Tears of love for the beautiful saviour.
"You are free now My child,
Free of all bondages and dieseases and sin.
I went down to bring you up
From the fallen world to Heaven.
I promise
To love you and keep you,
To protect you and guide you,
To bless you and be always there for you.
I love you always, My precious child."