"The Basement" Joseph Habedank - Cover

For information/ordering ⬇️ https://themccoyfamilymusic.square.site/ On any given Sunday The Saints are in the pews, They sing the 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, And 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. 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, Must less suits and ties. Cheap coffee and the smell of smoke, Some coming off of highs. Hello, my name is so and so, Hello, we're glad you came. Just like that, this worn out room, Becomes a Holy place. Bridge: 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.