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My
Father turns to his right, softly smiles to his Son and says "bring my children
home"
We won't hear this, but we will certainly feel it. It may very well be our last rush on this earth. I feel it will be a mixed bag of emotions. Covered with such an anointing, that we'll be talking about it for millennia. I could almost see the Fathers and my Lords smiles, when those words are spoken. Words that we have waited a lifetime to see. The clock is running down even now as you read this. Heaven is gearing up for it all, rehearsals ongoing, constant order, precision. Gods army in the coming together of this generation. All hope forming within all Christians, of a waiting time almost finished. |
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Like salvation,this too is beyond our control, all is/will be in Gods hands.
There is a finality about it all, but if I know my God, he will have it all
ready to greet me when I end my journey.
I shall see my loved ones gone years before me. I will need a spiritual body to be able to handle all that joy,and feelings which will flood my soul. I am planning on dancing my way into heaven, with those I have loved all my life down here. Some I have never met, but I will know them well, my words will move them to seek me out. For it will be by those, they will know me. It has been by them, we have loved each other. What a happening that will be , the "Hallelujah Ball" the dance to end all dances, just the beginning of many. "Praise ye the Lord.Sing unto the Lord a new song, and his praise in the congregation of saints. Let Israel rejoice in him that made him: let the children of Zion be joyful in their King. Let them praise his name in the dance: let them sing praises unto him with the timbrel and harp" Psalms 149: 1-3 © George J. Miller
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