Saturday, April 27, 2019

The more I live, the more I see proof of God, so that, the older I get, the closer I draw, and the Gate of Heaven, once only a speck on the horizon, grows with each step I take, a great white door in the black wall of death, overcoming the darkness like the rising sun...

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