Treasure Island

laurel larison

(June 2,1958 / Washington, DC)

GOING HOME


We all know that our time will come
the Lord will call us and we will be going
home

Remember to love the Lord with all your heart
for when He calls you Home you want to be
sure

You have tried your best and realize that there
is an afterlife

You need to know that the Lord loves us so
we need to prepare for that going home

We have a home sure here on earth but our
Heavenly Home is what we want utmost

Remember to say I love you Jesus and remember
to pray for going home is what we want to do one
day!

Submitted: Monday, July 27, 2009

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  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/25/2009 7:05:00 PM)

    Remember to love the Lord with all your heart
    for when He calls you Home you want to be
    sure......make sure u r going there one day and it is reality to bereliazed sooner or later... powrful presentation.. i liked it....10..congrats

    read mine go back...o, lord..prayer....sun sets in (Report) Reply

  • Marieta Maglas (7/27/2009 7:34:00 AM)

    i like this:
    ''Remember to say I love you
    Jesus and remember
    to pray for going home is what we want to do one
    day! ''
    wonderful poem, be blessed.......10++ (Report) Reply

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