I Pitched My Tent

I pitched my tent toward heaven.
My eyes were on the cross.
My constant prayer was “Lord, refine
My heart from sinful dross.”
I stood against temptation
And sought my Savior’s face.
But something happened then
That has brought me to this place.

I pitched my tent toward “Sodom”
The world my eyes had sought.
I compromised, then tried to pray
Yet, repentance I had naught.
I yielded to temptation
And sought the things of sin.
But something happened then
And I cried to God again.

I pitch my tent toward heaven.
My eyes are on my God.
I’m standing on the mountain top
Instead of sinking sod.
I stand against temptation,
I seek my Lord again.
I will not look back, only flee,
And set my heart on Him.

Copyright Miriam Rainwater, January 21, 2007
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