The father of the man clothed in a white robe gathers his son into his arms. As He touches the scars of the nails that held is hands and feet to the wood and the crown of thorns that had been placed upon his flesh, a few tears fall down his cheeks. His son had suffered excruciating pain for his people.
There was much rejoicing in the kingdom that day, for the king's son had returned. There was a great feast and He was seated at the right-hand of the king. A brilliant gold crown was placed upon his head.
He is glorified by all.
Good stuff, Britt.
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