Touched by David Ellinger - HTML preview

St. John:

 The total pain and suffering

 Of the cross was only heighten

 By our close friendship

 That bonds forever

 And links our destiny together as one.

 The Sky darkens and thundered,

 As the ground shook and split apart.

 When the Roman guards took his limp dead body

 Down from that wooden tree.

 We washed his body

 And carefully wrapped it

 In pure white linen

 For his eternal resting place.

 I never left his side, good or bad,

 Sincerely grateful for his teaching

 And for his holy guidance,

 His faithful dedicated servant.