There's A House

There’s a path to the house from the meadow,

Leading home from the dark forest’s gloom,

Well-worn by the feet of your Father,

As He fought, ran, and chased after you.


There’s a house with a room for you, child,

Where you’ll sleep and you’ll rest every night,

And you need not cry alone anymore,

Your Father will make all wrongs right.


There’s a place at the table, dear sibling,

You don’t need someone to make room,

For your Father invited you in here,

And He set a place just for you.



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