Saturday

1 Corinthians 15, beginning in verse 51, Paul says,

"Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed - in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. When the perishable has been clothed with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality, then the saying that is written will come true: 'Death has been swallowed up in victory.'"



I believe.

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poem repeat:





dreams float

touching the skyline

of my soul

whispering the promise

of love and peace

granting the grace

of a life well lived






ckays1967 at 2:01:00 PM PDT Link to this entry

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{{{ Chris}}}, what a beautiful poem. Yhanks.
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Comment from deabvt - 9/11/04 5:35 PM



Thank you so much for your outlook! You help brighten my day!
Love and prayers...
Wayne
Comment from redeemed73 - 9/11/04 4:14 PM



perfect verse for this day....thank you
~jerseygirl
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Comment from cneinhorn - 9/11/04 3:05 PM



AMEN>>>my precious friend. *Barb*
Comment from barbpinion - 9/11/04 2:27 PM



Thank you!
Comment from readmereadyou - 9/11/04 2:09 PM