Janitorial Staff

from Glass Display by Grant Adams

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Lord
All I ask
Is to be on the janitorial staff
In the hall where your orchestra plays
I’d scrape the gum off the bottom of the seats
With a joy in my heart on my hands and knees
Just to prepare the venue for your praise
I know how glorious it is the sound you make
Just to contribute I’d take the lowest rank
But you’re not asking just for help with preparation
You’re calling me to play

And you’re giving out lessons
And you composed the tune
You are the great conductor
You’re notes always ring out as truth
And even if you only give me a kazoo
Oh, Lord, I’ll play my heart out for you

Lord
All I ask
Is to be worthy to unfastern your sandal strap
On the feet you've been walking on all day
I'd wipe the dirt away from every leather crease
With a joy in my heart on my hands and knees
Just to have a means for my affection to display
I know the joy it is to follow in your way
I'd trace your footsteps through the desert clay
But you're not leading me out into isolation
You're walking beside me

And you're carrying the baggage
And you're setting the pace
You are my inspiration
You're why I run this race
And even as the soles are wearing out in these shoes
Oh, Lord, I'll run my heart out for you
And even as the soles are wearing out in these shoes
Oh, Lord, I'll run my heart out for you

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from Glass Display, released May 15, 2010
Grant Adams on vocals, acoustic & bass; Jeremy Erickson on acoustic, electric, organ, programming, drums & backup vocals

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