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Paradise Road
- a poem of the End-Time.
A relay race!
Through the mist the pathway narrows,
Then out from Achor comes
the Remnant
And then at last, the vision splendid!
They've broken through!
So when
the trumpet sounds the warning,
And
all the saints who ran before you
. . . . . . . . . Will you run?
A devotional and exhortational poem
Some of the ideas for this poem came when I saw the films
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