HEAVEN
By Mary Spence
They play in sparkling white; these children of the light.
If I were you, I’d take a leap of faith—they are near—exist afar.
Believe this; for this is where they are.
From alpha to omega, the children sing and praise,
For they alone were blessed to play until the end.
Every race and every creed should pray to be like them;
For these beings from the start, have been with Him.
The time is now upon us when He will cull the wicked, fallen one.
For He alone from Heaven above made a mortal of His Son.
In Heaven, the children know not that on earth we have free will.
And in Heaven, never will His children feel the urge to kill;
For knowing only Heaven, they play and sing and praise.
If only earthly children could remain as once they were,
They could go back to Heaven; yes, each him and every her.
But sadly, earthly children began to war and fight and kill;
They forget their child-like innocence and abuse free will.
They find it all too easy to war and kill; yes, most all of them.
They forget their child-like innocence and lose all innocence.
They foolishly forget to love and obey him.
Heed this—pray that the 144,000 find you, remind you; and just as soon as that,
Many Jews and many Gentiles will repent, as they slowly come to believe
The Word of those, His chosen; make atonement and repent.
But, sadly, legion will resent and resist that long-lost memory
That they once were child-like too.
Oh, woe and grief will be their fate; the same as all who are wanton--it is true.
Envy, greed, gluttony, lust, sloth, pride and vengeance enslave them firmly in their grip.
When all they need do to regain their child-like innocence is to
Skip and play, and sing and praise.
Close your eyes now, and remember the innocence of your childhood;
When all of us heeded the words, “Be good.”
The time is now; yes closer still
When The Lord will fulfill the sacred words in Revelation,
And each and every one of us; yes, indeed in every nation,
Together with the Chosen Ones will be with Him again.
No more guns; no more destruction.
They will run and they will hide from His brilliant light,
Those who do not heed the Word,
And love, worship, pray, praise, and humbly ask for mercy from Our Lord.
Amen
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I wrote this during a manic episode when I was in the hospital in September of 2003. I heard God telling me to write down what he said to me. I quickly found a pencil and scrap of paper and begin writing what He told me to write. I was in my room when I heard Him, and as there was no table or desk in my room, I wrote on the floor. The next morning when I woke up, I looked at the piece of scrap paper I'd written on, and it looked like a bunch of chicken scratchings. So, I said, God, if You want me to be able to read what You told me to write yesterday, You need to tell it to me again. So, I requested a newly sharpened pencil and a sheet of paper from the nurse's station, and went into the day room to sit at the table and write. I still have the chicken scratchings, and I can make out a few lines from what is posted above. This--Heaven--is what He told me to write.
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