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John 3:16
Stuck under the microscope
Pins through wrists and feet
Dried lips once muttered how to cope
And conquered Death’s compete
Yet in the world where gifted is required
And talent stems from fact
A notion not potion was acquired
That proved Him one who lacked
His gift of choice was dubbed unfair
As well His outdated Son
Forget the Life he gave to share
Eternity to you as one
Numbers may try
And statistics may grope
But his vows will not lie
Under the microscope