A poem

This World Is Not Our Home

We’re just passing through

Photo by Ben Vaughn on Unsplash

For us who are God’s children
Made of bone and clay
This world is not our home
We are not to stay

Our time on earth is short
As finite are the days
They’re filled with wins and losses
But do not dream to stay

Lifes’ end is hard and swift
It comes without delay
The tent you’re in is emptied
For here you’re not to stay

Jesus left splendor and glory
To birth in straw and hay
His throne beside the Father
There He did not stay

He died upon a tree
Our sins were the price to pay
He prepared a dwelling place
With Him it’s there we’ll stay

We will not leave alone
Bring strangers, friends and they
Will thank you for the fact
That they got not to stay