A Stranger in a Foreign Land
I am a stranger in a foreign land,
Anywhere I walk is sinking sand;
Filled with darkness and grim,
It seems as if hope is very slim.
The outlook does not seem bright,
Darkness shrouds over the light;
Cloudy with only shades of gray,
That obscures each and every day.
For behind each and every door,
Satan is there as he tries to lure;
My soul away from the very One,
That sacrificed His begotten Son.
For Jesus had died to make us free,
From the sin caused by the iniquity;
With an opportunity to return home,
From whence we wander and roam.
I am a stranger for I do not dwell,
Where I could wind up in Hell;
Rather where my birthright is given,
In my eternal home up in Heaven.
Richard Newton Sherrer
Copyright ©2007 Richard Newton Sherrer
A Stranger in a Foreign Land
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