Golden evening,
pink-tinted trees,
the sun gives a goodnight kiss;
wind-hushed forest,
a barred owl trills
a final birdsong,
all is peace,
quiet reigns,
darkness descends,
all are hushed and waiting.
Suddenly, an explosion of sound!
Thousands of voices
join the night chorus:
from towering treetops
to the ground below,
their pulsating rhythm
rises and falls,
echoing through the trees,
at once a wild and exuberant symphony,
yet a lyrical lullaby
singing my weary soul to sleep.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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