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LONGING FOR HOME
This sin plagued world is not our home,
But for awhile here we must roam,
Till the last trump sounds, clear and loud,
And we see Christ coming on the clouds.
But until that glorious day shall appear
Our earthen vessels must remain here,
While trusting in Christ and in Him alone;
Patiently waiting and longing for home.
We are vexed by wicked corrupted men
Of impenitent hearts laden with sin,
From which abominations are given birth;
O how we long for God’s new earth.
So let us press on and not draw back;
Let not our petitions tend to slack,
For battles won are fraught with prayer;
We cannot lose when God is there.
Through fires of affliction we have gone;
Fighting, but never fighting alone.
Victory comes through His Holy name
By His strength no one can explain.
The shield of faith quenches fiery darts,
And frustrates schemes of evil hearts.
When we walk in the light as He’s in the light
One hundred will put ten thousand to flight.
When the last battle’s been fought and won;
And the last mile of the race has been run;
Then the saints will no longer be walking alone
For we’ll all be with Jesus; finally home.
TGL
March 26, 2011
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