|Face the End, by George Chow|
is it big? We all have a long way to the promised new land. The kings live with Jesus. Angels serve.. Outside there are grieve and lies. And there is hell to throw away things. Then forever.. As i beg this longing.. Sympathy is the most aware thing.. To bring one from suffer to salvation. And make no mistake about that.
|Posted: 2015-07-15 08:18:12 UTC|
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