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He looked around the hill and foresaw a scene. Three figures hung on three crosses.[...]
But as he stepped back in time, he heard the cry that he would someday scream:
“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”
He wrenched at tomorrow’s agony.
The angel spoke again. “It would be less painful …”
The Creator interrupted softly. “But it wouldn’t be love.”