Poetry

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Our bodies are as tents,
That we live in on earth;
And after too many dents,
They start loosing their worth.

But God will always bless,
With a place for to live;
Will not leave us homeless,
A new tent He will give.

Someone else will not make,
The builder is in Heaven;
Guaranteed not to forsake,
Eternal warranty is given.

These tents we live in now,
Are like a heavy burden;
But those God will endow,
Never become broken.

With living in this shell,
We can not go to Christ;
And are closer to Hell,
Until we are sacrificed.


Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright 2007 Richard Newton Sherrer

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