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When the voice of the Master is calling
And the gates into Heaven unfold,
And the saints of all ages are gathering
And are thronging the city of gold;
How my heart shall o’erflow with the rapture
If a brother shall greet me and say,
“You pointed my footsteps to Heaven.
You told me of Jesus the Way.”
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on Oct 30th, 2008 at 4:23 am
Great poem and great picture to describe it. It is really amazing.
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Thank you. It made me think.