A little something

Just got the job of Custodian at my church, and I wrote a little poem.

God's House

Here are the fingers to spray all the glass,
and wipe away finger prints little ones cast,
while cleaning this place called God's House.

Here are two hands to clean up the lou,
making it sparkle, all shiny and new,
while cleaning this place called God's House.

Here are my arms to sweep and mop floors,
under the pews and behind all the doors,
while cleaning this place called God's House.

Hear all the tunes which I hum and sing,
when running the vacuum around everything,
while cleaning this place called God's House.

Here are two legs marching up and down stairs,
setting up tables and stacking up chairs,
while cleaning this place called God's House.

Here is my body along with my soul,
to keep this place clean is my lofty goal,
Thank you for trusting in me with this role.
I'll keep clean this place called God's House.