this summer LORD Jesus:
because i can’t see her―i want to see You
because i can’t talk to her―i want to speak with Thee
because she won’t be able to hold me―i want to be held by You
because i won’t be able to be needed by her―i want to see where i’m needed by Thee
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You were stabbed You were murdered and for me is why You bled but i spit on Your bloody face as if i never cared
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