My Father's mansion's many rooms Have room for all of His children As long as we do share His love And see that all are free And see that all are free to grow And see that all are free to know And free to open or to close The door of their own room What is a room without a door Which sometimes locks or stands ajar? What is a room without a wall To keep out sight and sound from all? And dwellers in each room should have The right to choose their own design And color schemes to suit their own Though differing from mine Yes and each door has its own design To suit the owners state of mind And those who'd want them all the same Don't understand the human game My Father's mansion's many rooms Have room for all of His children If we do but share in His love And see that all are free The choice is ours to share this earth With all its many joys abound Or to continue as we have And burn God's mansion down