There it is. Those metallic golden gates glistening in the sun. I have only heard about the place they call heaven, but how do know it's really there? Have you ever seen a beautiful bright red cardinal singing in the trees when all hope is lost? He is singing you a lullaby. Have you ever felt warmth when everyone else is cold? He is wrapping is arms tightly around you, letting you know that everything is going to be alright. He waits above us on His angel-crafted throne just asking us to trust Him. When that time comes, when we stop and listen, when we let go of every fiber in our being, He will speak to us, He will lead and show us the way, and He will never leave our side.
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