An old poem I found...
There is a place where I will be spending our eternity - It is the place where all saints go the true ones who really know - Of my Savior- faithful, divine who had no sin yet died for mine - Because he died now I may live by believing- nothing to give - Now accepted my the Father now adopted like a daughter - My purpose is to tell of he and where I'll spend eternity -linley 6.23.11 My heart is not afraid
