I have no lot in this earth. No permanent or fixed foundation.
My heart yearns for a place that’s unheard far away from every earthly temptation.
Should I divide my vision with corruptible things when all heaven has promised it’s glory and King?
Should I settle for things that will pass away, baptized in the fire of His soon coming day?
Lord let my heart tremble to clutch and retain the shards of a living so fleeting and vain.
I’ll seek out an abode thats not crafted by man. A place of heart rest crafted by Your hand.
© Verious B Smith III 2012