| My Temporary Home |
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This old house is just My temporary home, A place where-in I dwell Until I'm gone ... Just someplace To hang my hat; Where I feed My dog and cat. Yes, this house is just My temporary home. Where I'm going, There are treasures Greater than anyone Could ever seek from mortal man. God has riches Beyond Grace And I can't wait To see His face ... Because this house is just My temporary home. There are no earthly riches That compare To the treasures we'll find In Heaven's Square ... Where the sun Will always shine And the darkness Will be gone ... When we all leave our Temporary home. There's precious stones and Diamonds there galore. You won't believe what Heaven holds in store. On the streets of pure gold, We'll sing our song When we all forsake our Temporary home. |
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