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Life's Breath

Just as God breathed the ‘Breath of Life’ into the first man, when it comes time that we draw our last breath, that very breath of life returns unto God and we lay at rest until the day the trumpet blows. When that last trumpet blows, God breathes out the breath of life once more and all we Christians that lay in rest will rise up praising and giving glory to Christ our King. And we will stand with Him in all His glory as angels sing and trumpets blast we will see Jesus reign over all creation The King of kings and Lord of lords. His return will be a spectacular sight it will take the very breath of the unbeliever, they will fall down in sorrow, never to rise again for His Kingdom is at hand, His glory reigns. Let my rest be short, and my slumber quick for I long for the sound of the trumpet to see Him coming to take us home is all my heart does hunger for.

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Date: 8/6/2008 12:39:00 PM
That day will be amazingly wonderful for some and drastic for others and It's our choice which side we take - wonderful poem - very beautiful - God Bless
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