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I keep thinking how Jesus raised Lazarus from his tomb And about how that really must have healed his family’s wounds I’ve been praying for some leniency for yours too Still, no matter how many tears I shed, it’s for no use He must have thought Lazarus deserved life more than you But I don’t think he does See, I think God chooses favorites And it just wasn’t us I keep begging for a miracle to come through Hoping that all this tragedy doesn’t have to be true And I know it’s pointless of me to do But I’m only human; What am i supposed to do?
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Aug 24, 2021
Aug 24, 2021 at 8:10 PM UTC
John 11: 1-44
I keep thinking how Jesus raised Lazarus from his tomb And about how that really must have healed his family’s wounds I’ve been praying for some leniency for yours too Still, no matter how many tears I shed, it’s for no use He must have thought Lazarus deserved life more than you But I don’t think he does See, I think God chooses favorites And it just wasn’t us I keep begging for a miracle to come through Hoping that all this tragedy doesn’t have to be true And I know it’s pointless of me to do But I’m only human; What am i supposed to do?
Xyns
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Aug 24, 2021
Aug 24, 2021 at 8:10 PM UTC
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