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 walk those fifth floors

Stay with it day and night

Even You may get discouraged

But don’t give up the fight.

Bless the ones who aren’t checked in

And those upon the verge

You may have to nudge them through

At this stage words are seldom heard.

And most of all, dear Lord, I pray

Go with those checking out

Hold 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.

 

  

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