The City Poem by Solomon Senxer
The City
Yes, I am a traveler,
Journeying towards the city where
God is its builder and maker.
Yes, I am a tent-maker,
Laying up treasures in heaven where
Moth, rust, and thieves do not plunder.
Yes, I may and will suffer,
Bearing the afflictions of Christ for
Indeed I am His follower.
Yes, it is always ever,
Persevering like the Old saints for
The city which is much better.
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5/9/2024 1:42:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
great poem O tent maker poet which city you live in Have you not read as yet MY POEM MOMS SMILES do so now you will also wow..We dream but subconsciously no one knows how we link with the unknown the heavens the stars the gods roaming above who are they do you know no that's alright
Thank you, Poet Poet for reading my poem! 👍