Between the wings of the Cherubim dwelt the name, Dwelt the love
Dwelt the Glory of the Word we are made in the image of
We are His temple, His tabernacle. The tent of meeting is our soul
He dwells with us in an alien land- By His power the Tentstakes hold!
He is in Us- we are In Him
He In the Father, True Vine and the Stem
The root of Jesse now full grown
The seed of David will harvest His own
To the fruit bearers and grazing sheep
The bondservants that the Master shall keep
The Lord of the Universe makes Himself known
He is there and He speaks- we are not alone!
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Anthony Foster
Copyright 1987 Anthony Foster