Choosing to serve the LORD is the best decision anyone can make.
The Choice Come, My child, a little bit higher come to the top of My hill, For I have a mighty work for you to do but to obey Me is your choice, yes still. Will you come and learn from Me and at My feet tarry and still wait, or will you choose to go another way which will truly seal your fate? My hand is still not pushy as I will always gently lead My flock, Yet there will be times that you will stumble on your path over pebbles and sometimes a few big rocks. But, choose this day whom you will serve and make your choice so well, for many eyes are upon you, child a multitude that you can save from Hell. Written by: Marilyn Jennings
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