An old poem I found...

There is a place where I will be

    spending our eternity

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It is the place where all saints go

    the true ones who really know

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Of my Savior- faithful, divine

    who had no sin yet died for mine

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Because he died now I may live

    by believing- nothing to give

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Now accepted my the Father

    now adopted like a daughter

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My purpose is to tell of he

    and where I'll spend eternity

-linley   6.23.11

My heart is not afraid