At last, the Truth has dawned upon your heart,
That prayers of your siblings, kith and kin,
Can finish things the way we want from start;
Our earthly struggles, surely help us win.
The ways of God are wonderful and strange;
He won't forsake the righteous ones, He made;
Man must not from His holy Will estrange,
But keep Commandments, love Him as He bade.
When we are back in track in Heaven's race,
Nothing on earth disturbs our aim divine;
God gives each one the Will and needed grace;
To reach in style, Heaven's finishing line.
Yet, many things, God expects one to do;
Before His gates are thrown open to you.
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