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MY FATHER`S HOUSE


In my Father`s house I hold

The memories of his grace,

His joy was with me when I knew

The Love on His sweet face,

His hands reached out to hold me

Lest my weak heart would despise

The meaning of his Sorrow, His own heart`s sacrifice.


In my Father`s house I hold

Years of joy, through tears and pain,

I learned to know the Cross He Bore

His heart that bled in vain,

His arms reached out to comfort me

From fear of death He knew,

I learned to understand the Love

Of His faithful heart so true.


In my Fathers house I hold

In memory every prayer,

The meaning of the truths you preached

The Cross that was hallowed there,

His voice I heard within my soul

When His Love reached out to me,

In my Father`s house I live and know,

God`s Love that was meant to be.

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