Mary Laura Barber

February 5, 1927 - December 15, 2017

Mary's Poem Rejoice my children weep not for me when I have gone to the third heaven to be. I will be changed in the twinkling of an eye, to meet my Lord in the sky. I will be in fine linen and shine oh so bright, I'll look like the Lord once I'm in flight. So have joy my children weep not for me, for my Lord and I will be one you see! My chariot is made of pure gold, pulled with white horses, marked holiness unto the Lord. There will be hundreds of angels aboard, to insure my security until I reach my Lord. Royalty, Royalty, the angels cried, here comes the King of Kings in the sky, to meet His child who is coming home, to be forever with the Lord. Holy, Holy, Holy, I cried, I am with my Lord by His side. Oh my children weep not for me, for my Lord and I will be one you see. Hallelujah and Amen. The chariots of God are twenty thousand, Even thousands of thousands; The Lord is among them as in Sinai, In the Holy peace. Psalm 67:17 The poems are the teaching and guidance from the Father, Through the Holy Spirit, showing His great love In abundance through joy, heartache and pain. I pray those who read will be drawn closer to our Lord Jesus Christ. Mary