Gods Message
Falling, Falling, to my death.
Dropping through the clouds.
Airplane dropping right next to me to its death.
Just falling and falling.
Just before the fall to my death.
I pray to God if this is my time
then i shall rejoice to see him in heaven.
Thank Jesus for saving us from our sins.
Now I perish knowing i will see my God.
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