I’m just camping in this old world of sin
Going home soon, I won’t need this tent ever again

The cold wind and the rain blow in
This old tent has been my faithful friend

When I get home, there will be no more storms
Only fair weather resting in My Fathers Arms

Every day, I camp a little closer to home
One day, I will never again roam

If this old tent will hold, keeping the weather out
I will soon toss it aside with a great shout

I'm on my way home if I can make it there
Before my old tent becomes completely threadbare 

November 30, 2023
MarkWaldrop