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Thursday, December 23, 2010

Strangers (a poem)

I am a stranger in this land,
I have no place to go,
This world does not love me,
Of this I surely know.

Yet a family has been sent with me
And care for me they do,
Waiting to be beckoned home,
To spend eternity, Lord, with You.

And oh what faith we have,
That in You we persevere,
Until that day has finally come
And Your radiant face is clear.

So come Lord Jesus!
Relieve us from our pain;
Heaven is where we long to be
To forever praise your name.

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