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O beloved Christian Pilgrim, as you are busily traveling heavenward,
on your's life's journey's.  Please tell your beloved Lord and Savior
very clearly as it can possibly be.  When your journey ends and you
enter into the very throne room of  heaven.  And Jesus Christ is 
sitting on His very own throne.

And your blessed Lord Jesus Christ asks you, "My beloved child, 
did you arrive in my heaven all by yourself?  Did you care enough
about my children, to bring at least one wondering lost soul with
you?  Is this one thing very sad and very true?  The one and the
only soul you thought was worthy of my redemption was only you?

Are you traveling onward to heaven, Pilgrim all by yourself all alone?
Entering the pearly gates of heaven all by yourself all alone?  How very
sad and really true, there will be no heavenly awards awaiting you! 
When there were so many souls that were eternally lost all due to you!
Our secret brand new name awarded you will be 'unfaithful  and
unfruitful servant!" 

O my Lord Jesus I brought just myself to heaven it is all much too true,
I had a pastor in my misspent youth that told me, "All salvation really
is--is 'fire insurance outta hell!  Since you won't come to him as a God
of love, all because 'just like me you have to have the fear of hell just
scared outta you just to enter into the pearly gates of heaven..."

"The harvest is plentiful but the labors are far too few,"

The wheat fields and the barley fields are ripe and ready
to be harvested, but the labors are far too few,"  But you
my wayward child never entered into my ripen fields, and
did no labor in my harvest of the world's field of lost and
condemned souls!

You only cared about yourself, not about me or nobody else.
Congratulations, you have already won 'your fire insurance
outta hell,' but that's all you have won--caused you cared
for no one--least of all me!  I made you a promise, that's
true--and unlike the likes of you--I will keep my promise 

that I once made unto you--"In the last days all of those who
call upon the name of the Lord, shall be saved."  You believed
enough in me to call upon  my name--and accept my free gift
of pardon's everlasting life! But your heavenly awards's treasure
chest holds nothing but shifting sand--holds nothing but shifting
sands."

I awoke from my dream, all sad and all blue, here I was breathing
was my last breath!  And what the Lord told me was all too true!

Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/October Country
February 09, 2024
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