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A HUNDRED AND FORTY – FOUR THOUSAND

A HUNDRED AND FORTY – FOUR THOUSAND I watch the moon hang on high while the stars dance around in the sky, to an ancient world of all times, a festival of true love, where the light shined so bright deep into the night, Oh, the sacred love from heaven above Is a blessing to all who see, upon the great lakes and sea of many dreams, Oh, what a divine love that shines out to me, Into a world of broken dreams, Oh, how my heart holds passion, for the hundred and forty-four thousand, The chosen ones, who have surrendered their all To the Mighty God Jehovah and Jesus, Oh, how the radiant sun shine with true love From heaven above on to us. Poetic Judy Emery © 2017 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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