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Lord thank you for the promise of Heaven for our body is yet a prison for the soul a place to where we live as we learn and discern to be whole. Heaven is the ultimate time we will soar and fly our soul will be set free to touch the open beauty of the sky. Mountains will bowe down to the Array of Your Son we will gather there , Lord to fellowship Your work is done. So let us continue to keep the promise of a city with no more tears because You have taken and bottled them so we feel no more pain or fears. rhonda ramsey cash Vote for this poem
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