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Tears From Heavens Gate

Every time it rains from Heavens Gate I feel The Angels Tears above. All the lost loved Ones that have gone Beyond and took Our Love. Tears from Heavens Gate that parish from Our grasp and Descends. Tears that last and form Our Rain on Earth that never mends. Time is of the essence to heal these open wounds that feel the loss. The bleeding Hearts of The Losses turn in Their sleep and toss. Their Dreams now blemished by The Test of trusting God. As Tears from Heaven Gate flood Your Eyes of pain You sod. Tears from Heavens Gate are loving as captured by Our Grace... May God have mercy as We become picked Flowers from Our Human Race. Forever in Eternity Our Will is instilled to Survive and never die inside. Forever living with-in a Soul crossing over The Vale of Life as Angels do abide. Every time it rains from Heavens Gate I feel Angels crying more... Spread Your Wings not in shame and soar through A Guiding Light. As Angels cry from Heavens Gate and wash away Our Human flights. Recall as We totally bawl from Our Human loss of Our Gifts. It is Tears from Heavens Gate that will live through out Our Myths. For Gods plans are larger then Any of Our Choices inside Our Hearts. Some journeys longer, stronger, bolder, and Some that last enough to just to start. The Tears from Heavens Gate just represent Angels healing ways... As for Being here on Earth Your chosen just to Love more , pray, and Stay... Bring joy to Bleeding Hearts that feel The Angels Tears from Heavens Gate. God has just left You behind to test Your Inner Circle and wash away Our Hate... Imagine every time it rain that We are being kissed By lost loved Ones tears. Tears from Heavens Gate and Angels weeping softly to wash away All Our fears. By Charlene L.Wilcox 03-26-2015

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