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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Love not this life, for the tolling of the bells will soon still and this life that we know will soon still, will never be the same. Down here upon this earthly plane we must learn to discern what is the purest truth, the way of our Lord Jesus and what things are a lie. That we need all that money can buy no matter what the cost. If we listen to the great liar's philosophy that everything is here for the taking and that we can entertain our own fleshy pleasures, then our souls will get stuck and sink into the fiery pit. So let us get out of the rising mire while we still may and help rescue His precious people no matter the time of day. For the hour is now, to wipe away His people's frowns even during these times of great tribulation. When the end is near He will wipe the slate clear the whole and the sum of creation. Then with the purest of fires a new Heaven and a new Earth will be formed, so too will our bodies be transformed into new and wondrous forms. New bodies that will be able to soar far above the earth, moon and stars like an eagle flies so effortlessly upon the wind. Heaven's golden bells will then again ring and all will be well because by our Savior's grace we have been redeemed from hell. Our transgressions will be no more, and we will bow down deeply before our Lord; we who are the joy of our King... since that is whom we were made for. by S.E. Clark
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