Poetry

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The Lord shall send his angels,
To geather from the four cornors of the wind.
Th Lord shall send his angels,
To bring all his loved ones in.

Ch..
(oh what a day that will be,
The day the Lord comes back for me.
Oh what a day,oh what a day,
Oh what a day that will be.)

The Lord shall decend with a shout,
To take all his chilren out.
The Lord will decend without a doubt,
To take all his saints out.

Ch..
There'll be sons, there'll be daughters,
There'll be mothers and there'll be fathers.
There'll be gentiles,there'll be jews,
There'll be me and I hope some of you.

Ch..

7/3/2004-published
© Sandra M. Veinot,
All rights reserved

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