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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required God has need of a few good men up there in heaven, I suppose, But sometimes he picks one of the very best, and we wonder why he does. Is there some heavy duty work up there, that only a strong man can do? Like fixing the hinges on those gates of pearl, or tuning up a harp or two? Or…Could he need the trumpets polished for that final blast that’s about due? It won’t be long til the rapture occurs, maybe they need a choir director up there, Or maybe an usher to handle the crowd, and show them around heaven on tour. Streets of gold, walls of jasper, and the River of Life we are told, The Tree of Life and the throne of God are some of the wonders we’ll behold. Maybe God needs a few good men up there, around his heavenly throne, Just to sing his praises throughout the ages, while the years on earth roll on. Whatever his reason for taking good men, whom to us seem too young to go, His word assures us that he loves each of us, and his plan is neither too fast or too slow. When our purpose here is completed, and our journey through life is o’er, He’ll escort us safely to our heavenly home, and the joys that he has in store. Time will one day cease as we know it, and eternity will unfold. One endless eternal day awaits those who reach that city of gold.
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