MY FATHERS HOUSE

In my fathers house there are many mansions

 Many mansions, with many rooms to rest and pray in

In good times, in bad times, day, night , sleep or wake times

All the time I spend in my fathers house cause his house is mines

When I was homeless, a drunkard, a drug addict and all alone

I found much comfort and peace just praising in song

When I was hungry, hair nappy, dirty and smelling really bad

I held onto my sanity, when my belief in pray was all I had

As in any house with rules, my father has commandments of ten

Even though I would make mistakes, I’d always repent of my sins

And ask for forgiveness with the understanding to make a change

A change for the best so there would be no more fear or pain

Taking what each day brings in pray and always believe

Having faith to know that my fathers will  is  best for me

While searching for God’s love, wisdom and understanding

I come into the realization of just what my heart was demanding

I began to go to church to learn more about my fathers house

I found peace and my soul was saved I could finally announce

I learn that there is a place in my fathers house for everyone

The young, the old, the lost and the sick at heart and mind

I learned the mistakes I’d made were all  of one kind

I understand today that we must learn from the mistakes we’ve made

And know only by the grace of God can our souls be saved

So won’t you come visit in the house of my father

Learn the bible and know that with my father there is no other

Take your time and search you soul to truly find yourself

An understand that in our fathers house is where we’ll be forever safe with plenty of help

                                    By

                        Willa D. Jones