A story.

Let me tell you a story.
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A time, and times ago, a Child was born into this world. And this Child was born with a secret, and this secret was a great truth by which the Child would live for. And this Child grew up into a Man.

This Man had grown up well. The Man knew a great many other truths, many of them which were secrets as well, but not one of them was dearer than the first. Living for this truth made the Man unlike anyone; yet as other men were, this Man was mortal.

The time came when the Man was to fulfill what the truth existed for. It would be impossibile for anyone else to do it, but this Man could. For this Man knew and lived that truth.

And so it came to pass, that the Man would do great things, and many others would recognise this truth through the actions and words of this Man. Many would follow, so that they too could understand that truth in thier lives. But no one could truely live the truth untill the reason that the Man was born for came to pass; for the Man was born to complete the greatest work, and the love that the truth may be fulfilled made the Man complete it.

And so the man would die, that the way to this truth may be open.

The man was Jesus, the Son of God.

The truth was this: man needs God.

By His death on the cross, Jesus paid for our sins that we may live; for the wages of sin is death. And all have sinned. And when we have sin, we cannot have God in our lives even though we need Him. And so the way to God is open by Jesus, that we might have God in our lives.
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Now I know this rendition may be flawed and unstable, coz of my phrasing and structure. But it is the truth. Why I wrote it this way is however due to another fact that God has shown me somehow or another... That Jesus, Son of God, who is the Word and is God and is the way and the truth and the life... needed God as well.

Jesus needed God.

What more mortal men?