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The Joy Of SalvationWaking up to what seems like a dream yet is the precious beginning of Eternal life. I tremble in a Heavenly City filled with astonishing beauty as Angels are seen celebrating in a surrounding tranquil mist. By the grace of God my soul was bought and paid for long ago by the Son of our Heavenly Father. Psalm 51:12 Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit. Julie Pisacane © 2004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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