I dreamed that the great judgment morning had dawned and the trumpets had blown. I dreamed that the nations had gathered to judge men before the White Throne. From the Throne came a bright shining Angel that stood on the land and the sea, and swore with her hand stretched to Heaven time was no longer to be. And oh what weeping and wailing as the lost were told of their fate. They cried for the rocks and the mountains, they prayed but their prayers were too late. The rich man was there but his money had melted and vanished away. The poor man was there in good judgment. His debts were too many to pay. The great man was there but his greatness when death came was left far behind. The angel that opened the record, no trace of his greatness could find. The widow stood there and the morner, God heard and remembered their cries. No sorrow in Heaven forever, God wiped all the tears from their eyes. The gambler was there and the drunkard, and the who had sold him the drink. With the people who
Posted on: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 03:06:45 +0000
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