Man Proposes God Disposes

Man Proposes God Disposes short poem

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Where do the souls of the children go,
The ones that are scraped from the womb.
surely in God’s great Heaven they can find,
Blessed peace and sweet room.
For I cannot believe that God in His mercy,
would not kindly receive them with Love.
And accord them a place of solace and grace,
In His Heavenly mansions above.
And woe to the ones that think they are right,
When they carry out Satan’s foul plan.
For they’ll perish in pain when the judgment is passed,
They’ll be erased to the very last man

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