Web For Jesus

2000 years ago, a man died for me. He didn't need to die. He chose to die. For me. And for other as well I suppose. But as far as I'm concerned, he died for me. It was a long and painful death. Why would he do it? Why? I don't know of anyone else who has done something like that for me. But this stranger did it. 2000 years ago. Way before I was even born. I hope I am worth it.