So I know you still glance at me.
Just cut me.
So I can feel again.
Just hate me.
So I know I'm not invisible.
Just kill me.
So I know you're still there.
Just wound me.
So I know you still know I exist.
Just let me die.
So I know what living is again.
Just laugh at me.
So I can hear you laugh again.
Just hug me.
So I know what warmth is again.
Just love me.
So I know that emotion is not a farce.
For God so greatly loved and dearly prized the world that He [even] gave up His only begotten (unique) Son, so that whoever believes in (trusts in, clings to, relies on) Him shall not perish (come to destruction, be lost) but have eternal (everlasting) life. (John 3:16 AMP)
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