My Father’s Chapel                               by John Flynn

My father’s chapel has many churches
has many temples, has many mosques
My father’s chapel has many doorways
Don’t try to tell me some doors are locked

My mother’s mansion has many houses
has many dwellings, has many rooms
My mother’s children are all invited
Who gets to live where? we can’t presume

My brother’s fields have beautiful gardens
With many vineyards and many vines
My brother’s fields have many who labor
All those who labor will drink his wine

My father’s chapel has many benches
Pews where  the stranger may rest his feet
My father’s chapel has many aisles
I don’t need an usher, I’ll find my own seat


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