PAPA AND JR WITH HIS LITTLE PHONE

Papa! Papa! I love you Papa! I really,really, do. Papa, I just love you! You are the best Papa a son could ever have. My Papa. Papa I just wanted to tell you that I love you! I love you Papa! I really,really , do love you Papa! Papa, you make my heart sing! You have put a song in my heart, a fire of love that shall never go out. And I love you Jr my son! I really,really, do! I love you too my son. I really,really do! Thank you Papa for choosing me as one of your sons. My son, I chose you even before you were a little one in your mom. I love you Papa. Let them who have eyes to see, look what my little son has done, with his little phone. Hello! Hello! Hello! Is anybody there? Is anybody there ? Hang up your little phone my son, they are gone. They are not there. hang up your little phone for a little while. You have worked long enough my son, you have sung your new song. It is time to come home into the cloud of knowing. The sun is setting on those who live under the clouds. Their night has come. It's time for you to go back home into the cloud. It's supper time. And the cool of the day has come. We must meet in the garden of the Son. Their night of the winter war has come. The night comes when no man can work. Flying-Burning-Crying-The jobs flying, the night lamps,burning, the children crying. The night of no sleep, only weeping! For the winter night of war has come. My son you must come inside. For the darkness set's on the outsiders now. You must fly into your place, singing you new song. You must come home for it's my supper time and those out side can't partake. It's supper time my son come inside. Where the sun never sets and the light of the new day never goes out. And the cold can never be and no dark ghost can ever enter there. Papa can I leave some feathers to mark the way to our place in the cloud ? Yes Jr, you may. Whispering wind singing in my heart your love song of life. Papa, what about the golden one? Yes son, you may. From the old war eagle with the heart of the dove, to the new golden one. Thanks for your kindness and keep flying. You are one mighty kind, sweet angle, you are. Don't you know? Papa, what about her? Is she going to be one? Yes son, she is going to be one. She shall be chosen in her season. For she is pure of heart and I will not forget her kindness to you. She will be rewarded you know, with diamonds and gold. Don't you know, to match her heart of diamonds and gold. That is her heart of kindness and love. For she is a golden one. A pure diamond of kindness is she. We must be going my son into the cloud. For the angles are flying and the earth is burning and the people crying. Shut my sons door and lock it and put a seal on it. Yes sir! Until one comes who can break the seal of unknowing and find the key of understanding to open it again. Let them who understand, understand that the items are but one. Let the true seeker look and they shall find the light of my sons new song. Remember it is but 24! So don't wait my friend. Do it now! Do it before your door shuts and you find your self locked out. His name is Jesus. Open the door of your heart and let Him in. And in your season, He will open the door of His heart and bring you in. Flying-Burning-Crying-Flying away-Burning in hell-Crying in pain-If you get left out! Do it now! Do it now! Do it now! Let Him in! Let Him in! Let Him in! Papa, what about the ones who live under the clouds? Hang up your little phone my son, for they are gone. Where Papa? To their place where they belong. And we must be going to ours Jr. Singing our song. Flying, burning, crying, He is the one--The King of kings--The Son of sons--He is the one. And they had a song which no man knew but the ones with the Son. Papa! Yes son? I love you Papa! Yes my song!--What is it? Who know's, it's unknown! Maybe it's from heart land? New what is? New manna!