The Basement

Joseph Habedank

On any given Sunday The saints are in the pews They sing a songs and say amen As the preacher brings good news They gather 'round the altar And call on Jesus' name He never fails to meet them there Lives are always changed But on any given Thursday night Down a creaky flight of stairs Through a door that never shuts just right And some worn-out folding chairs There's a different kind of desperate Most folks never see And if you think what happens upstairs is amazing Wait until you see What He's been doing in the basement There ain't a lot of shouting Much less suits and ties Cheap coffee and the smell of smoke Some coming off a high Hello, my name is so-and-so Hello, I'm glad you came And just like that, this worn-out room Becomes a holy place 'Cause on any given Thursday night Down a creaky flight of stairs Through a door that never shuts just right And some worn-out folding chairs There's a different kind of desperate Most folks never see And if you think what happens upstairs is amazing Wait until you see What He's been doing in the basement, oh... If you've never seen a miracle I can tell you where they meet I know at least a dozen And you know one now 'Cause you know me On any given Thursday night Down a creaky flight of stairs Through a door that never shuts just right And some worn-out folding chairs There's a different kind of desperate Most folks never see And if you think what happens upstairs is amazing Yeah, we all know what happens upstairs is amazing Well, wait until you see What He's been doing in the basement What He's doing in the basement

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  Joseph Habedank