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HELL'S BELLS? NOT! In menacing moments or a hectic frantic hour Pause to ponder, you children of the Most High: You are infused with His power. Consternation will cease,Father knows best. Keep in His peace. Abide in His rest. Through a disenchanted nervous night Let your darkness be overshadowed By your Seigniors loving light. As insipid, fatiguing months and onerous vexatious years Drag on without relief; Fuel your hearts with overflowing belief. And when at the end, there reeks noxious breath Coming forth from the bowels of hell; Think of heaven; THE PRINCE'S panacea for death; Hear what the Spirit has to tell, "Now remember Abba's words. Let them resound till life is through; Come unto me, my child. Fear not, for I am with you!" The palatial richness of heavenly bells; So lush when ringing; Linger to listen, Beloved. So sweet, even birds hush their singing! The hour is nigh. They're chiming for you. Now bid good bye. Your war trek is through. A seraphic passage is about to take place and Usher you into your final resthome called Graceland! |
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