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Oh Children

Oh children of a greater God, let us greet Him in all His glory. My Lord, let us pray For gray skies, in dry sandy beauty. Cutie Pies, love their pies. To die for, and ever More to love their Grandma too. For you are The future, oh children of God. His soul Is not cold, but warm as sun upon my face. His Grace cannot be broken, as spoken in The scriptures. The pictures in all their Beauty are beautiful to admire, inspire to Pray for the day of the coming of Kings. Horses on wings from above, His love is Mine. In kind, my mind will accept the bet That all is well, not in Hell, but in Heaven. Oh Heavenly Father let us pray for the day.

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