when we all scatter, we never knew who was beckoning us back Home to the tower of God's saving hand that called all of us back home that day in the dark.
this Our Home that matters the most the last of our hope give it back to Me for my family the times are cold and wet stormy sometimes and the day sends another flight for our rest but we never see them come home again. the star confuses the sight of man the last stop before then i came and gave to Heaven disorder as the last step to our order. we are blinded now coming back into the land that we once had. do you hurt the ship that anchored you at time and the times you had before ours, let us make a extra step to our own Heaven and to the one hand that has shape the Heavenly board to this day of destruction so that one (Us) would live together in peace. so i Roger Grant asks can we live together in peace. our house keeps the back open and lets the friends enter without knocking. just open the gate and slam the door behind you.
a renown Prophet the Rev. Jenkins says, "Prosperity is wearing the shoes that you love over and over again."
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