He Wrote the Book

When the roll is called
 On that final day
 Well, I'm gonna walk right up
 And shake my Saviours hand
 And though the storm's passed over
 And the sun is in its place
 It took a long time
 And the rain, how I know it
 And all the beasts, how they do thrive
 Oh, the little things, so full of life
 And I placed a lock upon the door
 Now none may drum the house of joy
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 I heard they made him walk
 Yeah, with chains upon his legs
 And he walked a while 'til he'd come to the place
 And his true companion
 Oh, I think John was his name
 Oh, he wrote the book so we could know this
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 Now all the beasts, how they do thrive
 Oh, the little things so full of life
 Yes, I placed a lock upon the door
 No thief went in the house of joy