Isaiah ٥٣:٥ NIV

In a crown of thorns Crushed... Bloodied... Exhausted... Hanging on the cross dying in suffering, Jesus... And the sky darkened... Dark clouds are approaching... God's light is scattered under the power of devilish bonds.

And the sky screamed a silent silhouette in the darkness, And the mother cried, falling down to the pierced feet... The weapon pierced the soul у целой Планеты, Like a mother, she is a Son did not save in suffering...

Nailed sinless, clean hands, And the body hung in severe torment for everyone, Oh how terrible Calvary's agony of the cross! Oh, how disgusting - crafty, deceitful Death!

For our sins and for all our iniquities He was hurt and tormented on the wood of the cross... Drank every drop вместо нас эту горькую чашу, So that by faith in Jesus we were purified like crystal...

He was punished so that we receive forgiveness And the world is perfect With Heavenly Father, finally. In Jesus we are given незаслуженный дар искупленья And in the grace of God according to faith - an imperishable crown.

Christ on the mountain transformation

Blinding light. Admiration is the answer. Snow-white outfit. Voices: “Holy... Holy... Holy...”

Maybe the height Changes Christ? Miracle? It seems nonsense. I can hear a conversation with Him...

But about what? Is it a secret? Morning is closer... Dawn... Maybe it's all nonsense Or a dream on a mountain?

No, not a dream. Then what? Is Jesus the Christ? Is He the Messiah and King? In Him is the radiance of the face...

Moses, Elijah - At the top are... They talk about the cross About suffering for everyone...

From the sky there is a voice - thunder and howl: “The Son is My Beloved...” Amazing moment - How great is our Christ!