The clouds looked like wisps of wind spread all across the sky, thin layers of white. They looked so soft, like silk, that's were the angels live, were our loved ones thrive. Don't ask me how I know but up in the vast blue sky were our loved ones never cry, never die. The lord sits in his gold throne smiling as he watches his children. You see when our loved ones leave us and they love Jesus Christ, that's were they go to the soft wisps of white winds in the blue sky.
Were our loved ones live
March 8, 2011