He died young. Wasn't buried in satin, but laid in a tomb instead. Hardly fitting for a King, but God ordained. It wasn't a sharp knife, but spikes driven through His hands. And we'll be wearing white one day. I've had enough time to taste His love to know that Heaven will be sweet. Thirty-three years. It was just enough time for you and I so that we could receive Him into our hearts. So we could be safe under His wings - the sprinkling of Christ's blood- showered on each of us that simply ask for forgiveness. It was the exact amount of days, of breath, and love to accomplish the will of His Father.
"Then a white robe was given to each of them. And they were told to rest a little longer until the full number of their brothers and sisters--their fellow servants of Jesus who were to be martyred--had joined them." Revelation 6:11