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| Over There |
| Over there the lilies bloom forever and a day. The stars are just our steppingstones, our street, The Milky Way. Neighborhoods are always filled with joy and laughter shared. Hunger pangs are never felt, for Father feeds us there. Over there the skies are bright and everyone lives free, free from sickness, free from pain, free from tragedy. Over there all voices ring with joyous songs of praise, and celebrate eternally God's amazing grace. |
| by: Joanne Warrick Copyright 2002 |