The Father and Mother

Pleasing the giver it truly teems Death’s hold loose from sin’s grip set free Invisible hope feeling full Believing the impossible Like the greatest escape freedom Just in this world not it’s kingdom Chained sin never touch a plant Passing through to one au courant Sin will never this fruited tree A pure wife untouched by thee Take freely of the water of life New new peace city without strife Gone to prepare a place a mansion My carpenter is my ration Builder finisher maker’s tool Our Father raised not a fool Making us his holy abode More costly than a river gold It is not even mine given to all Receive his love obey the call Until we see his lovely face A locket about your heart is grace