So during the worship time at church a couple weeks ago we sang the song that goes,
"Crucified, laid behind a stone. You lived to die, rejected and alone. Like a rose, trampled on the ground You took the fall and thought of me above all."
When I sing those words I can't help but put myself in the "me" position and reflect on how Jesus
"Crucified, laid behind a stone. You lived to die, rejected and alone. Like a rose, trampled on the ground You took the fall and thought of me above all."
When I sing those words I can't help but put myself in the "me" position and reflect on how Jesus
