A Voice in Heaven

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When all is fulfilled, things can change.
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Pat the Opossum lived, when he should have died.
I understand the words you shared with me are true.
Why go to Hell, were you will not have a voice,
But when the new Heaven and Earth come
and all the Word is fulfilled, at that time I will
listen to you.

No man can enter into Heaven, without Jesus.
He is the only way.
He says he who looses his life, for my sake shall find it.
He who holds on to his life, shall loose it.

This is the death of Aparody, as I revert back to Daniel,
God is my judge.
I surrender my life, my cause, I surrender my thoughts and my will and heed to Jesus's work in me.

With faith, I hold him to his part of the Word.
I shall find my life, one day.
But, not here on Earth under the law of sin and death.

I let go of my goal, to stop the Apocalypse.
Knowing all things must be fulfilled.

Taking your leash of holiness around my neck.
The only chance I have is to have a voice.
So, I submit and choose to live the rest of my life
according to your Word.

Repenting of the mocking and cursing.
Even to point of accepting your Word above what I think.
But, I know a thing which gives me hope.

The jots and titles you have set in motion,
They will all be fulfilled.
What I think isn't important
because man is wicked in their hearts.
So now I surrender, but I will never forget.

I had to let go of the third goal,
To have a voice in Heaven.
In Heaven, I will not feel at home.
Constricted and restricted by holy living.

What I will never forget, the two goals that can be fulfilled.
1: Abolish Hell, the reform of Jehovah's justice system.
2: Creation rights.
The day I wait for, is when I see the fire's purge, burning through Heaven and Earth.
The old passes away for a new.

In that new World, there can be room, for a kind and gentle Heaven. It is the hope of my Heart, I am not the only voice.
In the ear of Jehovah, telling our side, how we truly feel about torture and tyranny.

Though, I accept that these things must be, I don't believe it is right.
So many points I made, but now I shall cease.
Live your holy life until the purging flames set me free.
I will renew my mind, be transformed.
In the image of Christ, because only the Holy
can enter in Heaven, which only Christ's blood can do.

I will live your life here, I surrender.
If I go to Hell, then I will just be a dog without covenant.
But, in Heaven I will have a voice.
Jehovah, you win.

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ShaMiZenAparodyShaMiZenAparodyover 3 years agoAuthor
What I found true

This is a sham. I placed a towel outside, like Gideon's fleece it was supposed to be

soaking wet and the ground around it as dry as a bone.

That didn't happen, so I now know,

It's better to burn in Hell

then to condone it in Heaven.

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