I'm a visitor, this is not my home
My stay is but a whisper
In the expanse of space and time
My body is but a vessel, a channel
To carry out God's work
To love and to serve Him
To say here I am, send me
I do not live for the today and the now
My tomorrows come and go
My SOUL purpose is eternal
My time on earth will one day pass
This flesh and blood is but a tent
At times weathered and beaten
Tattered and leaking
But that's OK, for it is only temporary
From dust it came and to dust it shall return
For I'm just visiting, this is not my home

“Here today and gone tomorrow,” a cliché, but nevertheless true. A funeral brings this home; natural disasters brings this home; soldiers dying in battle brings this home; COVID-19 brings this home. Here today and gone tomorrow, not just a cliché.

For we know that when this earthly tent we live in is taken down (that is, when we die and leave this earthly body), we will have a house in heaven, an eternal body made for us by God himself and not by human hands. We grow weary in our present bodies, and we long to put on our heavenly bodies like new clothing.

2 Corinthians 5:1-2