THE FAMILY OF GOD

THE FAMILY OF GOD
By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

The old hymnal lays hidden in a closet no longer.
Exposed to my eyes, entrusted to my mind, and presented as a gift to my word-loving soul, my beloved client tenderly places,
THE NORTH AMERICAN HYMNAL
In my hands.
The threadbare cover is opened and the binding studied gently;
It has already lodged itself within me.
Mr. Everett Clark, an unknown individual to both me and my client, is memorialized on the inside of the cover and now linked to me, by name, through a Hymnal.
While this precious and personal "word gift" arrived to me via my client, I ultimately receive it and view it as a gift and loving token from my Heavenly Father.
And He has chosen for the inside cover to be sealed with the words of an old Hymn taped beneath the memorialized man's name.
I read them, caress them, and love them.
They are the breath of the Father in me.
The old type-written words are shared exactly as they appear to me ... and I cry.
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THE FAMILY OF GOD
CHORUS:
I'm so glad I'm a part of the family of God! I've been washed in the fountain, Cleansed by His blood. Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this sod, for I'm part of the family, the family of God.
Verse 1: You will notice we say brother and sister round here. It's because we're a family and folks are so dear. When one has a heartache we all share the tears, and rejoice in each victory in this family so dear.
Verse 2: From the door of the orphanage to the house of the King; No longer an outcast a new song I sing. From rags to riches, from the weak to the strong, I'm not worthy to be here but praise God I belong!
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And one day when we all sing the last line,
It will be the last time,
And we'll all be "together,"
One family made whole in Jesus.