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Sleep, my friend, and dream of youth and glory days, when the heat of sun in summer burned a hole through clouds and haze, and we focused on the present, for the past was gone and done, and we waited, for the balance of our lives had not begun. Wake, my friend, and see the living all around, for your family and your friends are most surely gathered ‘round to hold your hand, and whisper words of hope and faith and prayer, and know that God is listening, and know that God is there. Cry, my friend, for tears, like rain, will help to cleanse the soul. Understand He has a purpose, understand He has a goal, and even though it isn’t fair, He is with you every hour so thank Him for your blessings, and rejoice in Heaven’s power. Sing, my friend, with angels, when the pain of life is gone, and your family and your friends are left on earth to carry on, but only for a second, then they will be with you again, for life on earth is fleeting, eternal life will never end. Phil Lindsey 8/4/17
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Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
Sing With Angels
Sleep, my friend, and dream of youth and glory days, when the heat of sun in summer burned a hole through clouds and haze, and we focused on the present, for the past was gone and done, and we waited, for the balance of our lives had not begun. Wake, my friend, and see the living all around, for your family and your friends are most surely gathered ‘round to hold your hand, and whisper words of hope and faith and prayer, and know that God is listening, and know that God is there. Cry, my friend, for tears, like rain, will help to cleanse the soul. Understand He has a purpose, understand He has a goal, and even though it isn’t fair, He is with you every hour so thank Him for your blessings, and rejoice in Heaven’s power. Sing, my friend, with angels, when the pain of life is gone, and your family and your friends are left on earth to carry on, but only for a second, then they will be with you again, for life on earth is fleeting, eternal life will never end. Phil Lindsey 8/4/17
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Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
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