“What should I do with him”?
“Crucify him crucify him”.
“What has he done”?
“Crucify him crucify him”.
What has he done I say in my head over and over again. I am Pontius Pilate I am a governor and I have to declare Jesus death or to free him.
‘Crucify him crucify him”.
I looked at the Jewish leaders and high priests they looked very happy. I knew if I let Jesus go they would get very angry at me. I had no choice I washed my hands so I would not be guilty of his death and I gave the order to be whipped and crucified. He had to carry a cross on to the streets of Jerusalem. They got a man Simon to help him carry the cross and he went to Calvary. He was nailed to the cross and I heard people say mean things to him. It got dark at noon for three hours and Jesus cried something and lowered his head and died. The ground shook violently and the temple curtains tore. A temple officer said that this man is really the son of God. I sat down on my throne a tear trickled down my face, and I whispered “what have I done”.
A man named Joseph came to me. He was a follower of Jesus. He asked me if he could have the body of Jesus. I gave the order. He found a tomb and put Jesus in it. The high priests wanted the tomb to be secure bye guards. I gave the order.
A day later I heard something a miracle. I’m not sure if it’s true but I heard…
That Jesus has risen
By Astin Monastra
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