JUST A TEMPORARY DWELLING PLACE

Just a temporary dwelling place
Is this earthly house of mine;
Soon I'll leave it for a better one
In Heaven so sublime;

Yes, a mansion built by Jesus,
One that's wondrous, bright and fair,
Where I'll dwell with Him forever
In that city built four-square.

Just a temporary dwelling place,
For here no permanent roots have I;
Just a stranger and a pilgrim,
I'll be leaving by and by

Either to walk through death's dark valley,
Holding to my Saviour's hand
(Safe across it He will lead me
Into Heaven's promised land),

Or I'll meet Him in the rapture
When He comes to claim His own.
Either way, I'll live forever
Within sight of Heaven's Throne.

Things of earth will be forgotten
When I look upon His face
And no more will I be needing
This temporary dwelling place.

a. franklin staples

February 25-26, 1995

Copyright © 1995 by A. Franklin Staples