My
Precious Children
by
Barbara Philbrook
My
precious children, the seeds of my womb,
it is possible I may be called home soon.
It is
imperative that you know of my love,
and that you know I am destined to go to heaven above.
I am
writing to tell you that you have each meant so much to
me,
and that I pray you'll each join me for eternity.
If it were
possible I'd accept salvation for each of you,
but my precious children it's something each of you must
do.
I can not
accept for you nor say your salvation prayer.
I can only hope that you will each be there.
I can ask
God to beckon you, to try over and over again,
but the decision is still yours in the very end.
Won't you
seek Him? For all who seek shall find.
No one who wants salvation shall be left behind.
Heaven is
going to be my home for eternity,
and it is my desire that you each are there with me.
Call out
to God in Jesus' precious name.
The way to heaven is offered to each of us the same.
He will
hear you. He's waiting for your call.
You can be assured of being with me after all.
My
precious children, you mean so much to me.
I'll meet you at the gate just you wait and see.
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