Lord, I still remember how I wished to know what heaven is like.
Are there angels? Are there children?
Will we talk normally? Will we fly like butterflies and birds?
I still wonder what heaven is like.
I want to get there. I'll get there by the grace of God, when I finish this race well, keeping the faith. 2 Timothy 4:7
I want to meet her Lord. May there be she. Lord I hope and pray that she'd be there greeting me when I enter the heaven.
Thank you Lord.
Thank you for being the kind God you are. Amen.
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