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He is my father and my friend. He is there to hold my hand.
He is my creator and Jesus cares about me for the beginning to the end. I trust him, I love him. He is every thing to me. I couldn't ask for more cause he died in my place and set me free. He is amazing and powerful. He opened my eyes so I could see that he wanted to come in and live with me. So what is choice? Will you let him be your father and friend? Or will you reject Him and not think of him again? He wants to come in and change your life before you leave this old world behind. I beg you make this choice . Don't turn round, don't look down . Look up to him and let him come in.
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