I could write my name by the age of three
And I don't need anyone to cut my meat for me
I'm a big girl now, see my big girl shoes..
It'll take more than a breeze to make me
Fall over..fall over..fall overboard.
With a loud cry, Jesus breathed his last. The curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. And when the centurion, who stood there in front of Jesus, heard his cry and saw how he died, he said, “Surely this man was the Son of God.”




