I'm Only Passing Through

I  have  little  need, of  many  of  things, some
See  as  necessity, a  little  shelter  from
The  storms, a  place  to  lay  my  head, my
Needs  are  few, I'm  only  Passing  through

I"ve  no  need  for  meals  of  Kings
A  bit  of  meat  and  bread  suffice
I  need  little, to  keep  me  going
I'm  only  passing  through

I've  no  need  for  fine  twined  linen
Lavish  robes  of  velvet  blue
Just  simple  raiment  of  the  lowly
For  I'm  only  passing  through

I've  a  mansion  awaiting  my  arrival, the
likes  of  such, have  not  been  seen
No  thieves  to  ever  rob  my  sleep
So  glad,  I'm  only  passing  through

There's  a  table  laden,  such  sumptuous
Fair  no  lips  have  ever  tasted, there's
A  place  card  engraved  in  gold,  that
Has  my  name  upon  it

A  robe  of  splendor, on  my  shoulders, a  crown
Upon  my  head, but  when  I  see  the  nail
Scarred  hands, battle  over, victory  won, I'll
Shout, bless  the  LORD, I  was  only  passing  through.

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