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My Version of Imagine

My Version of Imagine Imagine there is a heaven. It's very simple if you try. And yes, a hell below us. Above us, His azure sky. Imagine all humanity honoring, The One, True God today. Imagine, yes please do, that there are real, honored countries! With only God's work to do. His work to carry out to the letter, and church bells  joyously ringing, too. You are welcome to call me a deist! And there are billions more like me.  I hope you will be part of us and worship Him on bended knee! Imagine the goodness in working!  Oh, I know the joy of that, too. All of us so proud of working and giving. Being God's children, so true. And on Judgement Day, we will return in joyfulness, to you! August 13, 2019 Love the melody of this song...

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Date: 8/13/2019 9:40:00 AM
Wow! Panagiota, you did a fantastic job with this. I love your lyrics! Blessings, Kim
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Date: 8/13/2019 12:59:00 PM
Kim, thank you. I realize most will not. But that's Ok! Those, like you, who let me know make my heart sing today! Panagiota.
Date: 8/13/2019 5:42:00 AM
Absolutely as beautiful as your soul Panagiota. Hugs Charlie Love that melody too! Lennon is one of my fav's and so is this :)
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Date: 8/13/2019 6:01:00 AM
Hello Charles...glad you liked it. And that's a more than sweet compliment. Thank you, Panagiota
Date: 8/13/2019 5:20:00 AM
Beautifully done Panagiota. Tom
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Date: 8/13/2019 5:36:00 AM
Tom, I do thank you. I realize how loved Lennon's version is, let there be no doubt.I am glad, I wrote this...I could sing if with happiness. Panagiota

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