God reached down and took my hand
Giving me hope of a promised land
Where angels live on streets of gold
A place where pain has no hold
No longer of this world to be mangled
Forever living with the angels
God reached down and took my hand
Giving me hope of a promised land
Where angels live on streets of gold
A place where pain has no hold
No longer of this world to be mangled
Forever living with the angels
Magnificent!! How soothing and lovely it is π
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:):) Thank you Prerna, I am so happy you liked it. It’s good seeing you. :):) I was so happy to see a post from you :):)
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Welcome Margaret !! Aww thanks so much..you still remember me π
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Of course I remember you :)
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π
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Beautiful! :)
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Beautiful! Come soon, Lord Jesus!
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I know I have to wait but it will be joyous
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Amen!
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it will be a great place, not hurt, no sin, no crying. Beautiful poem!
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Amen Eva. you said it so beautifully. What a blessing it will be. I can’t wait to play with the angels :)
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Come, Lord Jesus, come!
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Amen! I can’t wait to be free :):)
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Beautiful poem
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I’m so happy you liked it :) God bless you :)
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Thank you π
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Beautiful! Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you Cheylene :) So happy you enjoyed it :)
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Thank you! :)
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:):)
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