if yesterday was my death day

if yesteday was my death day

would i have made it to daddy's gateay

thre place angels and cherubims call home

streets of gold yet old

the 24 oldmen singing praise and worshipping Him everyday

would i have seen Messiah whose birth was prophecised by Isiah

                             or

would i have been in  place of hot  fire

a place people only gnush their teeth

fierce fire feasting on fallen angel bodies and mine

yestrday i wasnt sure where i would be

but today is my ressurection day coz

i have chosen christ so that even if i pass on

i will have won the race

and will be on the higway leading to Daddy's place;heaven

a place angels and cherubims call home

streets of gold yet so old

 

 

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