1998 - Elevator Talk
Your daughter’s on the first floor?
Oh, that’s maternity!
Your son is on the second floor?
A tonsilectomy?
I’m headed for the fifth floor
You don’t want your child there
It’s chemical dependency
That’s why I say this prayer.
Oh Lord please help the fifth floors
All across this land
Walk the floors both day and night
They need Your healing hand.
Bless the ones who aren’t checked in
And those upon the verge
They need a nudge from You, dear Lord
They don’t quite hear Your word.
And most of all, dear Lord, I pray
Go with those checking out
Enfold them tightly in Your arms
Until they feel no doubt.
So many witnesses have said
You’ve helped them out the door
So don’t forget my daughter, Lord
She’s there on the fifth floor.
