MY FATHER’S HOUSE
When I was a child I thought of childish things:
Eternal life in paradise with angel wings,
A father up in heaven who would hover over me,
And tell me what to think, tell me what to be;
But now that I have grown,
It’s time to use my own good mind.
I’m outa here! Let me outa here!
I found my own place—
I’ve left my father’s house behind.
A normal Dad is really glad to realize
His little child has now become, before his eyes,
An independent person who can stand on steady feet,
An equal human being with character complete.
But God is not that way—
He orders me to stay his child.
For God so loved the world he gave his only son—
A sacrifice to pay the price for everyone—
And if you believe that this deserves a Fatherhood ...