| We're Movin' To Your House |
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Hey, Mr. God, We're Movin' to Your House Hi there, Mr. God. How was your day? Are you done lightin' the stars And puttin' the sun away? Now that daddy is pastor, you talk a lot. So, I s'pose ya 'ready know, Daddy says we're gonna move To the church house where we go. I guess we will live In your house, with you. I hope we don't get in your way and stuff. Will Jesus live with us, too? I s'pose we can't talk loud or anything, 'Cause you're old and we might make ya nervous. But, you know, little sis Will live there, with us. She's too little to un'erstand bein' 'spectful. And, sometimes, she cries in the night. But, momma gets up and rocks her back to sleep. Will that be alright? Daddy says we, each, got our own room. So, grandma and little sis won't hafta share, And we gotta extra room For visitors that come there. Momma and daddy are goin' a'morrow, To clean and mop. Momma says it needs good cleanin', From the bottom to the top. Mr. God, how long have ya lived there? You have a lot a houses, daddy said. But, I heard my Sunday School teacher say That Jesus didn't even have a bed. Will ya tell him He can have mine? I gotta sleepin' bag and I like sleepin' on the floor, just fine. Daddy told me, "We gotta a'spect God's house, now Andy. It makes him sad when he sees chewed gum And wrappers, from someone's candy. It's a bad thing to dis'spect' it, Like when they don't wipe their feet Or write in the Bibles and song books. Its 'portant to God how pretty his house looks." I see daddy, after church, Pickin' papers from the floor And he looks so sad, and wishes They don't do that anymore. I think, Mr. God, What ya need is a sign To tell them to stop it. Most are big a'nuff to read. I will try to pick up my clothes And all my toys. Sometimes, though, Mr. God, It's hard to 'member, for us little boys. Daddy will take good care of your house. So, thanks for askin' us to live with you. Momma will keep us kids pretty clean And pick up after grandma, too. You sure got a real big house And ya got a'nuff for all of us. If Jesus' mom wants, she can stay with little sis. But, I want to share my room with Jesus. I sure do love you, Mr. God. Tell Jesus, and His mom, Little Andy said 'Hi'. Good night. |
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| This one comes from the years of watching the disrespect that some have for the house of God. Also, having been to visit in the parsonages of former pastors, I know how it is so important to keep it in good shape. And, as part of the churches cleaning crew, I see the need to be like little Andy and help keep our churches clean. | ||
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