He Wrote the Book

When the roll is called
On that final day
Well I'm gonna walk right up and shake my savior's 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
Aw, 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
Aw I think John was his name
Aw he wrote the book so we could know this

Now all the beasts how they do thrive
Aw the little things so full of life
Yes I placed a lock upon the door
No thief within the house of joy