I cannot help but believe that the passing from this earth to heaven will be much like dawn coming to the eyes of one who has struggled through a night of sorrowful anxiety. In this person's heart is such joy at the kindness of The One who conceived and made the morning come once a day. Then, as if to affirm our hearts, the morning is always filled with unseen singing birds, we are surrounded in song by beings we cannot see. One of the great testaments that Someone loves us.
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