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We know that if the life we live, On earth is ever taken down; The Father consents to forgive, To make a smile from a frown. When we lose our tent on earth, We still have a house in Heaven; And considered a priceless worth, As a gift the Lord has given. For it is an eternal home, That is not made by human hands; In Heaven far from where you roam. Throughout the immoral wastelands. Once you have put your new tent on, You will be no longer naked; And shall be seeing a new dawn, Fear not of feeling rejected. We sign while using this tent, Feeling distressed having to wear; Causing much hate and discontent, Constantly being in despair. Eternal life will put an end, To mortal existence you got; No longer of the growing trend, Of another immoral blot. So we are always confident, Since His Spirit does guarantee; To be with the Omnipotent, Throughout our eternity. Living in these bodies so long, And living away from the Lord; We constantly do something wrong, While the Lord has been ignored. But by faith rather than by sight, As the day come when we will meet; Learn what we did wrong and did right, From Jesus in the judgment seat. Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer Vote for this poem
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