the pleasant tent of the Lord
Huts of havoc built…tranquility constructed…
Then, destroyed…
Tents of tension rebuilt…calmness abducted
Then, I’m unemployed…
Let’s dwell in God’s tabernacles, my beauty dear
Have no sudden fear
Have so much cheer
Let’s spell out Christ on our tablets of hopes that appear
Let’s praise God today!
I pray you’ll save me
I’ll be more than okay
Please set me free
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2024
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