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    Through Pearly Gates
    Through Pearly Gates
    Through Pearly Gates
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    Through Pearly Gates

    By Edward F. Potts

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    "Thru Pearly Gates" is the third collection of poetry penned by author, retired school teacher, preacher, and WWII Vet, Edward Potts. As each page is read, it promises to bring the reader, hope, encouragement and joy along with a gentle reminder of the love of the Heavenly Father and gifts He has bestowed on each one of his children. Ed's gift of writing is revealed throughout each poem and he gives God all the glory and ...."thanks Him for His unspeakable gift!"

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateJan 13, 2011
    ISBN9781456724375
    Through Pearly Gates
    Author

    Edward F. Potts

    Elaine is a spiritual, loving woman of God. She takes each step of life with self-control and guidance from God. Her voice is soft spoken. But her words of Poetry is powerful. This book is so full of strength, you will be able to embrace it with understanding of where she has been and where life is taking her. Trust me, Elaine will take you on a rollercoaster ride. So, fasten your seat belt.

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      Through Pearly Gates - Edward F. Potts

      Through Pearly Gates

      Edward F. Potts

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      AuthorHouse™

      1663 Liberty Drive

      Bloomington, IN 47403

      www.authorhouse.com

      Phone: 1-800-839-8640

      © 2010 Edward F. Potts. All rights reserved

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      First published by AuthorHouse 12/21/2010

      ISBN: 978-1-4520-9562-2 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4520-9561-5 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2010919291

      Printed in the United States of America

      This book is printed on acid-free paper.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any Web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Through Pearly Gates is dedicated

      to my wife Nayoma, who inspired

      me for fifty six years. She went

      through those Pearly Gates in

      1998. Her memory keeps me going.

      Contents

      A Wooden Cross

      Jesus His Name

      I’ll Be Walking On The Water

      I Have The Lord On My Side

      The Stranger

      A Soldiers Plea

      Don’t Shed Those Tears

      I’ll Put A New Song

      At The Top

      Don’t Look Back

      Faith

      A Band Of Angels

      A Life To Give

      Peace On Earth

      A Window

      A Scene Of Heaven

      America

      The End

      Shadows

      Angels Around Us

      He Is All You Can Hope For

      God Was, God Is, God Will Be

      The King Is Coming

      In Memory

      My Flight

      My Baptism

      Good Morning, Lord

      A Message From An Angel

      To Live Again

      Freedom And Peace

      If You Could See

      I Know

      I Hope You Know

      I’m Going Home

      Heaven

      Gethsemane

      Three Are One

      The Word

      The Lord Says Come

      The Valley

      When God Calls

      At The Foot Of The Cross

      God’s Only Son

      Go To Sleep

      A Cloud And A Fire

      Why Can’t I Write

      I’m Just A Christian

      The End

      Alone , Yet Never Alone

      Age Shouldn’t Worry You

      I’ll Walk Beside You

      A Cloud And A Fire

      Your Past

      Snow

      What If?

      What Can I Do

      I Will Never Leave

      Glorify

      God’s Love

      A Place For Me

      A Better Day Coming

      One God

      A Blessing To Receive

      Old Glory

      Rainbow

      God Is Making A Place

      God Loves You

      A Story To Tell

      Far East Again

      No Future?

      A Visitor

      A Message to my Readers

      About The Author

      A Wooden Cross

      He died upon a wooden cross standing on Calvary’s hill,

      He made a way for man to live in His Father’s will,

      He died upon a wooden cross and took away my sin,

      He left me joy and peace and cleansed my soul within

      He died upon a wooden cross in pain and agony,

      Yet if I were the only one alive, He’d do it for me,

      He died upon a wooden cross to make for me a way,

      And now I give Him my praises each and every day.

      He died upon a wooden cross to save mankind from hell,

      Many refuse to accept Him, and their souls they sell,

      He died upon a wooden cross and Satan had to flee,

      His stripes paid my debt in full and now my soul is free.

      He died upon a wooden cross it was His Father’s will,

      But the covenant He made lives with us still,

      He died upon a wooden cross, it took my guilt away,

      The story of that wooden cross still stays with us today.

      He died upon a wooden cross and to this very day,

      There are very many who wish it’d go away,

      The blood that dripped from the cross saved us one and all,

      It reminds me of a garden and of Eve and Adam’s fall.

      I wish you would go with me and let me hold your hand,

      So you can close your eyes and picture blood upon the sand,

      Open up your ears and you may hear Him say,

      Father, forgive them, they don’t know who visited them today.

      Jesus His Name

      Jesus, my Redeemer, hung from a tree,

      My Provider, my Protector, Savior is He,

      My

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