Heaven
Heaven is a place to be
Because you will be with me
Streets of gold, we will walk
Jesus will walk the walk, and talk the talk
That he our savior died on the cross
When other threw stones and mocked
Heaven is the place to be he said
Because Jesus will always be with you and me
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The strait narrow road | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| Heaven | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
| When I See Her | 0 | 08/23/2009 |
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