Dazed and confused, the once-loyal followers spent the day in hiding. Leaderless and without direction they cringed in fear expecting the next knock at the door to be soldiers to take them away.
Only a few of the women ventured out to the hill to see the Teacher as He hung there. Tears streaked their dusty cheeks as they mourned and moaned in their agony at the foot of the cross.
"It is finished."
A spear in the side.
Watch where they lay Him.
What do we do? We must find Peter.
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Blessed holiday to u and yours!:)
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