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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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