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Letter Thirty-Four

Hello, my Jesus, I have your note.
I am reading, my Jesus, what You wrote,
“don’t judge the world, I am coming.
Don’t cry for those whom you lost.
Don’t cry as they are coming.
Your tears are dripping like raindrops.
Wipe your eyes with a soft cloth of your hope.
Don’t rush me as my way is quite long.
I am coming to bring justice for the world.
Don’t judge the world for something wrong.”
My Jesus, a hope may grow like a purple rose.
Like a rose it lives its short life with no noise.
What I am reading is not a simple note.
You used no ink for Your every word.
You used no paper when You wrote.
You know that I need You to talk.
You know this, and You never ignore.
You respond to my letters with Heaven’s voice.
My Jesus, I will not rush you anymore.
You are coming with Your angels to the world.

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