In Daddy's house are many rooms,
He takes me by the hand.
He gently leads me up the path
To help me understand
He shows me how His heart, it yearns
That all the rooms be filled
With children, every tribe and tongue,
But who will help Him build?
He shows me then a bunch of keys
For each and every room
Rooms full of food and eyes and ears
Bought with the empty tomb
I see some servants scuttling round
Their master, not offend..
He sadly smiles, and says to me-
He wants to be their friend!
I then see friends, some more way in;
They seem to understand,
He smiles at me and beckons them
There's even more beyond!
I now see sons and daughters
Climbing right up on His knee;
He scoops them up with great delight;
They know the place to be!
I look down and He shows me
A tiny little door,
The golden key to open it
Lies hidden on the floor
Easily missed, He says to me
You must go low to see it;
But behind that small plain door
Lies the greatest secret.
He made us to be lovers!
So few they understand;
The secret place lies in His heart
He's asking for our hand!
He's giving out the keys now
To any who will ask
Go low and slow to see them
The key's there to His heart.
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