They stood helpless as He was Crowned with thorns, then anchored with wood in form of a cross.  He carried that cross to the scene of his death, where they drove spiked nails through his flesh.
Hung from the cross tortured and beat , His death Fell upon him, They  wrapped his body in a white  sheet and laid it inside the tomb. As they left they sealed the tomb with a boulder surely to heavy to move. Our Father gave his life that day for the sake of our sins .
As Mary went to the tomb that day, she bear witness of an angel perched on the rock, as the rock no longer blocked the entrance to the tomb where Jesus was laid, she entered the tomb and much to her surprise, Jesus Christs  body was no longer there as the angel spoke to Mary "He's Alive" He Rose from the dead that day to forgive us of our sins. As we live this life He gave to us I praise Him for His Grace For Just as He died for us He Rose from the Dead just the same. He is Alive Thank you sweet Jesus

Waking to the melodies of a chorus of birds. Visioning the  leafs on the trees dancing merely to the beat.
  April showers falling from the heavens above,   touching the unearthed seedlings preparing for their bloom.
Springtime is almost here.
May arriving bringing the sunshine to dry the moistened ground, as each seeding awakes by the morning dew, their limbs stretching through the soil , like a baby chick pecking the shell, they are brought to life.
There is so much beauty a city never sees, like the enchanted flies of the southern country with glowing fairy-like wings. Let's not forget the whipperwill singing in the old oak trees or the katiedids that hide in their shell. The crickets joining as their legs play violin as the bull frogs play base with there deep vocal sounds, if you sit quietly you may likely hear, the howling of  a pack of coyotes so far from you but sound so near.
Springtime in the south is heaven on Earth , no hustle or bustle or lights from the cities to interfere.
I can't imagine springtime anywhere but here.

Though you've never held me in your arms or seen my precious face.
Though  you have never held  my little hand and led me on my way
Though youve  never read me a bedtime story or bounced  me on your knee.
Though you haven't stood for hours and watch me as I sleep.
Though you haven't knelt  beside me to say my bedtime prayer or tucked  me in at night.
Though you've never  kiss my little cheek and to make me feel alright.
  Though I haven't met you yet, it's not too far away.
I'll be here waiting for you on that special day.
These are all the things I dream about and I hope that you do too.
  Daddy don't you worry cause your little girl already loves you .

©kimmied1105

The heat intense like your body basking in the sun, sweat forming tear drop shapes,  rolling in slow motion as it finds it's destination .
I try to look away but my mind being held hostage,   my insides  burning and begging to be touched.
Heart beats growing rapid raging fire deep inside.
Oh my God you haven't touched me physically but your sexiness is ****** my mind.
Teasing and taunting mind blowing as I glare at you beginning to touch yourself.
Melting my sensation, from a purring kitten my transformation out of control,  watching the pleasure on your face as your hips begin to run wildly in sequence with every ****** of your hand , I'm losing control. My inner beast can't take anymore,  As I straddle your face my fingers spreading my wet folds , your tongue dancing inside me, my vision becomes blurred my hips lock as the contractions pump wildly releasing  the juice of my fruit. My body so limp from the intense release as you turn me over like a rag doll and guide yourself inside of me. Your sweat now like the rapids running down stream chasing a waterfall, the hot wet friction between my thighs as my nails scream pleasure down the skin of your back as you burst sensation both pain and pleasure inside of me   our breath of hard labor and bodies immobile, after hot passionate love making leaves us exhausted

Be patient with her son, as she's only known you for a little while.      
  Give her time and your baby girl will feel Comfort when you smile.
  Be patient with her son, if she pulls away from your first hug.
  It won't be long  And she will be the one giving your shirt tale a tug.
  Be patient with her son, as she needs reassured all along.
  For the stranger standing in front of her is  her Daddy  that loves her so much and will always be there to teach her right from wrong.
  Be patient my son

©kimmied1105

Defenseless as the bull lays with his limbs wound tight with twined rope, watching as the hot iron lay upon his coat and melt it's way to his flesh. All he can do is Bellow at the agonizing pain for he is unable to stop it. Flowing rapid through his vanes the pain , like the rivers rushing down the stream.
The torture still steaming as the damage is done ,he wears the memory of that pain daily to remind of a feeling of helplessness dismissing his dignity replacing it with his submission as he is forever branded .  I live this feeling everyday as I wake to the torture of my limbs twined with invisible rope, the only difference is the burning flesh is inside piercing my heart as I lay helpless knowing I can't save you from your pain. The worry rips through me ****** and kidnapping my sanity as the thought of the unknown is more than I can bare. Although my scars  are internal ,  the naked eye can't see , the hurt  and fear I  feel for you,  brands me every day