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Dine hender er fulle av blomster
hvem var det du tenkte å gi dem til?
Mine blomster er plukket til Jesus,
men han er stått opp, han er ikke her.
I have a hymn on my mind, humming it, with the words in my heart:
Your hands are filled with flowers,
to whom will you offer them?
My flowers are for Jesus,
but he is risen, he is not here.
A group of 4 year olds decorated the alter in our church with flowers during the service on Sunday. Flowers for Jesus.
The women came to the grave and found it empty. Jesus was not there.
We come to the altar with our flowers.
There we find Jesus.
He offers us the flowers back
"Take them out in the world. Share my love!"