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

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

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