Just Visiting

Matthew 6:19-21

Lay not up for yourself wealth from earth,
As you accumulate since the time of birth;
That can deteriorate or someone to steal,
Because of all the greed that they do feel;
Lay up for yourself treasures up in Heaven,
That will never crumble or ever be stolen;
For no matter where your treasure is kept,
There is where your heart will also accept.
Home is a place where your heart resides,
A place where you feel as the love abides;
A location where your treasure is stored,
Somewhere that you feel of being secured;
Home is where you are hanging your hat,
And also knowing where everything is at;
It is where with family time you can share,
Talking to our Brother and Father in prayer;
As being Christian, earth is not that home,
For we are just nomads that merely roam;
For we are only visiting this earthly isle,
Until our Father calls us home in awhile.

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2004 Richard Newton Sherrer

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