W-pII.342.1. I thank You, Father, for Your plan to save me from the hell I made. 2 It is not real. 3 And You have given me the means to prove its unreality to me. 4 The key is in my hand, and I have reached the door beyond which lies the end of dreams. 5 I stand before the gate of Heaven, wondering if I should enter in and be at home. 6 Let me not wait again today. 7 Let me forgive all things, and let creation be as You would have it be and as it is. 8 Let me remember that I am Your Son, and opening the door at last, forget illusions in the blazing light of truth, as memory of You returns to me.
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