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My son flew with the angels today
while in his bed he lay. When they spoke his name there was no more pain, with new wings he just flew away. I raised this child from birth. Knowing he was on loan to me. When his spirit, left this earth and his time was up. I knew Jesus had set him free. Jesus said, Come Unto Me" "All who are weary and weak". That night, my son heard His call. His eyes were on 'The Master", he seeked.
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