My Father's Mansion's Many Rooms

My father's mansion's many rooms

Have room for all of His children

As long as we do share His love

And see that all are free.



And see that all are free to grow

And see that all are free to know

And free to open or to close

The door of their own room.



What is a room without a door

Which sometimes locks or stands ajar?

What is a room without a wall

To keep out sight and sound from all?



And dwellers in each room should have

The right to choose their own design

And color schemes to suit their own

Though differing from mine.



Yes and each door has its own design

To suit the owners state of mind

And those who'd want them all the same

Don't understand, the human game.



May father's mansion's many rooms

Have room for all of His children

If we do but share in His love

And see that all are free.



The choice is ours to share this earth

With all its many joys abound

Or to continue as we have

And burn God's mansion down.