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Aug 2018
It's sought out for in the strangest places

Pleasures

Greed

Pride

The strangest places that aren't heaven

They are a mirage in a desert

I found my heaven

God gave it to me

When Christ died on the tree

I've heard people say heaven is a place on earth

But how could this rotten broken world be heaven?

In know I will see it one day

The crystal sea

Colors more beautiful then I could imagine

Colors I've never seen

Angels singing songs of praise more beautiful then birds in the trees

No more sickness

No more pain

Just joy

No tears

Happiness

No depression

Only joy

Jesus made it open to all who call upon His name

So why doesn't anyone call upon His name?

Heaven can be yours for eternity

Why chase this life full of terror and pain and sadness that will never satisfy

Heaven can be yours I beg you

Call upon the name of Christ!

You will have satisfaction you never knew
Caleb John
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Caleb John  17/M/The Wind
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