Poems
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Oh Lord Jesus who ascended to a heavenly place, when will you come back for me, that I may behold your glorious face? With the trump of the angels, you will call for me someday, I will be watching and waiting, to be summoned far away. On clouds of Glory, you will take me home, to the place prepared for me, a place to call my own. There I will be with you for all of eternity, Jesus, I do love you, the one who comes for me.
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