With the sound of thy offering money hitting the floor
And the swoosh of little ones escaping the door

All the colors of crafts that the tikes have made
Will never compare to the stains of Kool Aid 

And all the messes the children ever did
There is none to compare with the pastor’s kid

I’ve prayed for uncles, toys and goldfish
And all kinds of pets that died with a squish

I’ve decked all my rooms making them bright and sunny
Cashed my bonds and used my own money

I buy all the snacks as I can afford
Waiting for a check from the church board

I teach them to listen and never to shout
As I wonder if big church will ever get out

When the service goes long and parents are late
Am I being punished or is this my fate?

My drawings get laughs and my puppets get booed
No one told me the kids could get rude

There are kids on medication but I’m glad they come
And there are those days when I wish I had some

I’ve failed at magic, pyro and tricks
And now the ceiling I have to fix

But I’m not discouraged, down or grim
‘Cause I know my reward will come from Him

I don’t quit because the board forbids
I do it all ‘cause I love the kids