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When the Last Trumpet Blows

WHEN THE LAST TRUMPET BLOWS WHEN THE LAST TRUMPET BLOWS ON EARTH WILL YOU BE READY AND WAITING TO GO. WILL YOUR GARMENTS BE SPOTLESS WHITE LIKE THE FIRST FALL OF SNOW. WHEN GOD IS READY TO OPEN UP HIS BOOK WILL YOUR NAME BE WRITTEN THERE, TELL ME MY FRIEND,DO YOU BELIEVE IT OR DO YOU NOT EVEN CARE. BUT WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY LEFT BEHIND WOULD YOU NOT WANT THEM IN, GODS SWEET GLORIOUS HEAVEN WHERE THERES NO TRACE OF SIN. WHO IS WILLING TO PRAY FOR THEM THAT PRECIOUS DAUGHTER OR SON, IF YOU DONT PRAY ON THEIR BEHALF THEIR SOUL MAY NEVER BE WON. WHEN THE LAST TRUMPETS SOUNDS THE MERCY DOORS WILL THE CLOSE, THE PLEADING OR TEARS WONT MATTER ITS RIGHT NOW THE MERCY FLOWS. OH COME TO THE FOUNTAIN ,DONT DELAY JESUS IS WAITING FOR YOU, TO GIVE YOU SUCH PEACE WITHIN AND MAKE YOUR LIFE BRAND NEW. WRITTEN BY ANN HART COPYRIGHTED The Gift of God is Eternal Life.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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