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Almost Home

My feet are so weary from this long and rough road. My back's bent and aching from carrying this load. But I'm almost home now and my spirits are singing. Not too much longer welcome bells will be ringing. Friends will come gather to welcome me there. and my Dear, Sweet, Savior will show me to my chair. I'll place my last burden on the ground at His feet. My tears will be flowing, but, Oh, they'll be sweet. Then I'll see all my old friends who have gone on before and together we'll gather to wait for some more.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 7/9/2009 10:03:00 AM
Lary, I am waiting on that day. It will be so wonderful. I am patient as I still have things here on earth he wants me to do and I have my family and friends here. There is no rush to get there but that is why I am being good it is where I wish to go when my time comes.Outstanding write. Love, Carol
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