a man died on his own bed
his eyes are open to look for God's light
he pray long time
don't let him go , this world needs him to redeem
the neighbor who traveled comes back
all good things have ended
he want my hen
because Newton 's wisdom is not enough to make an egg
no tree is too tall
no flower is too beautiful
hen apple drop on my head
this is not coincident
God's will changed
my mission is to grasp the hand that touch gospel
great plan has never been decorated
he today , i tomorrow , ask your time?
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