| My
Precious Children by Barbara Philbrook My
precious children, the seeds of my womb, It is
imperative that you know of my love, I am
writing to tell you that you have each meant so much to
me, If it were
possible I'd accept salvation for each of you, I can not
accept for you nor say your salvation prayer. I can ask
God to beckon you, to try over and over again, Won't you
seek Him? For all who seek shall find. Heaven is
going to be my home for eternity, Call out
to God in Jesus' precious name. He will
hear you. He's waiting for your call. My
precious children, you mean so much to me. |