| Heavenly Dwelling |
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Poor me, I live just in a tent And groan for so much more. I'm promised a heavenly dwelling. Of this, I can be sure. I only want to wander here; A pilgrim, a little while. This poor old body of earth Is only for a trial. Soon, I can lay it down to rest; Done with it's purpose here. Just, to give me eternal life, Slip me into God's top gear. I can see me flying, then, Zooming up into the sky. I'm going be with Jesus Soon, or when I die. You see, it says in Titus three, By grace I am washed clean. I'm an heir of eternal life, In the city where Jesus gleams. |
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