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His love is an overflowing ocean breaking the banks of condemnation flowing deep into our broken hearts carrying in it a healing balm.
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Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
His Love
One day, A sad day, I was walking home. I heard a voice, My fathers voice. He said, "Dear, You've been through enough of Hell, Let us go home," And he walked me through the pearly gates. The gates of Heaven.
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Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
My Father