"Maplewood Methodist Church" lyrics - GORDON MOTE

Spends every night inside these walls
Dumps the trash and sweeps the halls
And he makes sure
That stained glass shines

Picks up paper in the pews
And stacks the chairs in the choir room
But his real work don't start
Till quittin' time

When he goes through every prayer request
Lying on the pastor's desk
He hits his knees
And says God bless Miss Sommersby

Lord it's hard to live alone
And Marianna Thompson
Wants her daddy back at home
And Mr. Nelson needs forgiveness
Old Man Miller's crops need rain

While the whole town's fast asleep
He's hard at work
Pullin' that midnight shift
At the Maplewood Methodist Church

Every night's the same routine
And by the time he finally leaves
He's done so much more
Than clean the building

He's called down angels from on high
And helped someone through a sad goodbye
And lost souls finally find what they've been missing

The congregation will never see
That simple man who still believes
He can change the world
By saying please

Give Johnny Mays
The strength to put that bottle down
Mrs. Bailey and her husband
Find a way to work things out
And Mrs. Olsen hold on long enough
To see her daughter's wedding day

While the whole town's fast asleep
He's hard at work
Pullin' that midnight shift
At the Maplewood Methodist Church

The sign out front says Sunday service
Starts at nine and ten-fifteen
But he holds his own revival
Seven nights a week

While the whole town's fast asleep
He's hard at work
Pullin' that midnight shift
At the Maplewood Methodist Church

Spends every night inside these walls
Dumps the trash and sweeps the halls
And he makes sure that stained glass shines