"For everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven." 

                                         - Ecclesiastes 3:1

Life turns on a dime upon the razor's edge of time.  

Where inherent truths will come to light, regardless of the darkness of night.

Seasons will come and go, swallowed into the eon of Christmas past where memories are laid to rest.  

There, in the distance, the future meets the Lord's will out, balanced upon the clear scales of virtue, infinite in its grace, peace, and love.  

Here, we are sorted, our scores counted, to a place where we belong, heaven or hell, where today is yet to tell.

While there is time, repent-  

Send a message of hope to your future self and give the gift of salvation for every child.

 

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