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Loss How can I express, something that can not be written down, unless you can grasp lightening, harness thunder, shush a whisper… or ask your self if you should? Loved ones go to heaven. A few of us, will go to hell. The eye of the needle is small, and things of worth are in question. The value of life, precious. The value of forever, The price of blood, paid. On behalf of the unworthy, whose only chance… is Grace.

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Date: 11/19/2019 11:41:00 AM
Ann, wonderful verse.. There is always time for a sinner to mend their way even in the last moment of life!
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Date: 11/19/2019 2:50:00 AM
Yes, " The eye of the needle is small ..." Unfortunately humanity today is so.. obese that renders it difficult for someone to pass through dearest, Ann! A well-written warning ! God bless you!
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