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My Prize

Its not silver nor gold, but to share an conversation with you.

While we are dining at the Feast of the Saints in heaven above.

My desire is not to get so many prizes from our Creator above.

But it is to see and hear all that Christ has done for you here.

At the Feast of the Saints when we meet in the heavens above.

For we shall have all eternality to share with one another.

The things that he has done for each of us , this is my prize.

To hear that each of you are joining me in the next life.

For my heart is for people not material things that get throw away.

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