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Heavenly Abode

Saw this quote :- “The longer I'm down here, the uglier I see it and the more welcoming Heaven is becoming.”  So composed THIS 



The song rings out about "this world"

That it "is NOT my home,"

I’m glad "I’m just a-passing through"

Though here I must still roam.


I MUST endure earths hardships, long,

Each  day and year I stay,

Before I gain that “WELCOME HOME”

My Heavenly ‘bode, for aye.


So when those trials I do face

Though strength defeating, be

I’ll trust the ONE to hold my hand

So through it, HE’ll, me, see.


This world, though made to perfection;

By Baalzebub, was stained,

Though God, in Christ, has washed me clean

Etern'ty to be  gained


And so, the longer I’m down here,

Th’uglier, it ‘appears

Yearning the hour I’ll be raised up

And crying joyful tears.


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