Heaven Residents
Glorified bodies on streets of gold*
Sanctified heirs who don’t grow old.
*Revelation 21:21 And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; every several gate was of one pearl: and the street of the city was pure gold, as it were transparent glass.
May 16, 2019
Copyright © Beata Agustin | Year Posted 2019
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