It was at Golgotha…
Three crosses lined up at Calvary.
A sacrifice was made.
A body broken.
The cruelest death.
An abandonment.
Scorned, betrayed, forsaken by all.
But still he went.
Like a lamb to the slaughter.
And he did it for love.
With his last breathe he conquered death.
“It is finished.”
Famous last words.
A sacrifice was made,
and it was for love.
Young love is fire.
It’s the that look in his eyes as he watches her laugh.
Young love is heated fights and the joy of making up.
It’s creating a life together in a foreign land.
Young love is carefree and brand new.
It’s the foundation for the rest of your lives together.
Young love is her hand in his.
It’s the birth of three baby girls that look like mini versions of you.
Young love is joy.
It is finding the one and never letting them go.
The Secret Life of Pandas 