just passing through by stella ashworth
This world is not my resting place, I walk by faith, upheld by grace. My home is where the angels sing, With Christ, my Savior, Lord, and King.
I’m just a traveler on this road, A daughter bearing Heaven’s load. Each step I take, His will I seek, His strength is strong when I am weak.
He’s coming soon, the trumpet’s near, A shout will rise, the skies will clear. So I press on, my work not done, Until I hear, “Well done, My daughter, come.”
I’ll serve with joy, endure the race,
And one day see Him face to face.
For Heaven waits, pure, bright, and true,
This world’s not home, I'm passing through.
By Stella Ashworth for Team Talk.
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