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Holy GroundSome people may fear, About the end is near; While others not care, On the what or where. But as far as it for me, As vigilant as can be; I could never be glum, For that day to come. Such a joyous sight, Everything be alright; Trumpets sound aloud, Christ riding that cloud. Back to earth He returns, For everyone who earns; In the salvation at hand, Heeding His command. Then to be going home, No longer here I roam; For I be Heaven bound, To stand on Holy Ground. Richard Newton Sherrer Copyright ©2006 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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