Psalm-97 (Original) Poem by Walterrean Salley
Psalm-97 (Original)
(Eternal rest.)
This tent of temporary abode,
Gives way, becoming
More fragile by the degree.
The color fades.
And in aging, it rips, tears,
And painfully trembles.
The best repairs are only
For a short while.
And, soon, it shall fold.
But, ever, my faith is in God,
Who has assembled for me
A new and lasting abode.
Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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