Harvest, by George Chow
There is no point of to judge one,
instead to harvest the after math by God's describe.
Its the world we live in diverse our souls and flesh.
Dimension lum in the sound of closer relevent.
The sweetness of harvest is depend on the taste of true
Yet when one brought God to its Judgement,
It is us all to face the end..
until the cross for each to tolerate sins.
Its certain we rapture with our King Jesus,
for satan is out of taste,
which the harvest is the reputation of truth.
That there is no lie in repentance and faith.
|Posted: 2016-07-17 09:27:31 UTC|
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