Beautiful gates of heaven
Open wide.
Golden streets in that city
Where I’ll reside.
A mansion’s prepared for me
A special place.
No more crying
My tears God will erase.
Being with God
Will make my joy complete.
I’ll sing praises to Him
And fall at His feet.
Flowing by His throne
Is a crystal sea.
Home at last with
my Father I’ll be.
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hi, i take each step one stone at a time, depending on where i am, as planned by God of my existense. I am now on a computer station at the mall of the university of the philippines where i do my research of the book "who am i God" written by somebody i encountered at facebook, as dictated, by the presence,of those around, those i see and those i hear.i refuse to be touched physically of course of the carribean pirates, if you know what i mean. so nice to read your beautiful poem. i see around this area, caucasians...are they your friends? i judge them through the sounds they make, movements, and expressions. some exudes holiness, and some i abhor, the bunker fuel i think. that i believe is the "fear of the lord" the earthly lords, lording over your home.
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