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Angels do not weep, my dear friend,
for their's is duty to God, where time never ends.
They carry out His perfect plan,
to demonstrate the strength of His mighty hand.
His all encompassing power,
is there to keep you in your darkest hour.
Though times may seem so bleak,
listen to Him, when He speaks.
His only son cried on the cross,
for ALL mankind, their troubles and loss.
So, my friend, I ask you now,
won't you turn to Him with your weary brow?
Let His warmth fill your soul,
His love will never let you go.
When He knocks, open the door,
you are His bride forever more.
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