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Aug 2021
I Died
And was sent back
My soul cried
I slipped into a coma
for four days.
My essence
amazed
In the corner
of my room
An Angel
was present
No longer a tomb
I knew
I was not alone
Much to repent
Atone
No words spoke
Yet much said
PURE LOVE
it’s all in the contents
of my head
We all have a purpose;

WHY ARE YOU HERE?

Perhaps the most important
question to ponder
my dear
There is not one thing God has made that does not have a purpose. We’re just not here to buy stuff to go through the motions. There’s a purpose for each of us to the Holy Spirit all will be revealed. The time is at hand
Written by
CJ Sutherland  63/U.S
(63/U.S)   
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