Going home

A Poem by Betty Redd

Vision of angels flying

from heaven to the horizon

Blasting trumpet sound

graves opening

belivers coming to meet the Lord in the air.

Seeing family members

along with us going up

for all time is winding down

Praising the Lord

with joy

Singing halieugh

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Added on November 23, 2020
Last Updated on November 23, 2020

I live in the state of Michigan. I have one son and a daughter. more..

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