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We know that if the tent,
That is our earthly home;
Became a house of torment,
God would stop us where we roam.
God would give us a new home,
A house not made with your hands;
A place where we hear shalom,
Far from the earthly demands.
For in your tent we will groan,
From our longing to go;
To our heavenly home,
The dwelling God will show.
Indeed, by putting it on,
No longer will be found nude;
For life reaches a new dawn,
Not as arrogant and rude.
While we are in this tent,
We will groan being burdened;
Continued as we lament,
Tormented and been chastened.
Not that we would be unclothed,
But feeling mortal in life;
As many others have loathed,
Torment and chasten through strife.
The One who has prepared us,
For this very thing is God;
Guides us on the path as thus,
Whence purified us where flawed.
He bestowed us His Spirit,
Confidence for good courage;
Blesses for our merit,
Adherence to his message.
We know while in this home,
We are away from the Lord;
As we continue to roam,
Not to be in one accord.
For by faith is how we walk,
And never through our sight;
Confidence in how we talk,
Doing everything right.
Whether at home or away,
We take aim for pleasing Him;
The dawning of Judgment Day,
No longer will we be grim.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
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Our Heavenly Dwelling
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