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Some people of this world live for collectibles.
They go to yard sales, swap meets for treasure and memorables.
Some go just for the search the thrill of finding their prize.
Obtaining is the glory their dreams realized.

Oh What ecstasy' A inner victory they find themselves proud.
Friends colleagues families shout praises good and loud.
A triumph a testimony that the finding of things and what man can do.
All truly want to be nice at the beginning you knew.

Since early childhood children want to be accepted and loved.
So they admire parents, morals taught a gift from above.
In life we collect a lot for personnal reasons.
Some collect easter things holloween things and of course ornaments for X-mas seasons.

Anyway went to a swap meet  a Holy one.
In a dream, carnaly alone, I searched for the spiritual kingdom.
I was surounded by counsels. Spiritual Angelic counsels.
Afraid? Oh yes I said,"Oh God what are the meaning of this vision?"

The thundering kind "Word" said, It's for your mision.
Your to trade give carnal man his due focus on the hungry children.
Bring your mision to the children, there is a true need.
Trust in your Lord Jesus you will surely suceed.

So I will swap the earthly collectables things.
Give them up trust the Holy Spirit and see the magnificent things God wil bring.
A mesage to harvest children for God, Collect the few to be saved.
As God's harvest His colectables we will succed in that His loving Kingdom all the children wil behave.

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