Welcome to the Nursery

[Verse 1]
I signed up for Sunday nursery, said, “How hard could this be?”
Just hold a baby, rock a bit, and maybe change two or three.
But now I’m wearin’ Goldfish crumbs like badges on my shirt,
And a diaper just exploded… PLEASE! open the windows of the church!

[Chorus]
Welcome to the nursery, where little saints are made,
Where food gets tossed and diapers bring out cans of Glade.
We’re singin’ “Jesus Loves Me” through the piercing cries,
While searchin’ for wipes, bottles, and silly lullabies.
It’s not always glory, but it’s always filled with grace—
A snot-nosed, jelly-handed, screaming, holy place!

[Verse 2]
I showed up bright and early—my partner’s still in bed.
The baby count is risin’ and I’m startin’ to see red.
One's teething on the Bible, one’s crawlin’ for the door,
And I just stepped in something squishy sticky on the floor.!

[Chorus]
Welcome to the nursery, where little saints are made,
Where food gets tossed and diapers bring out cans of Glade.
We’re singin’ “Jesus Loves Me” through the piercing cries,
While searchin’ for wipes, bottles, and silly lullabies.
It’s not always glory, but it’s always filled with grace—
A snot-nosed, jelly-handed, screaming, holy place!

[Bridge]
There’s one that’s sweet and sleeping - "an angel" it is true,
Another’s throwing Cheerios and hyper through and through.
The clock says church is over—but parents still aren’t here...
I’m prayin’ for deliverance— [I'm in a hurry to leave is - obviously clear.]

[Chorus]
Welcome to the nursery, where little saints are made,
Where food gets tossed and diapers bring out cans of Glade.
We’re singin’ “Jesus Loves Me” through the piercing cries,
While searchin’ for wipes, bottles, and silly lullabies.
It’s not always glory, but it’s always filled with grace—
A snot-nosed, jelly-handed, screaming, holy place!

(Yeah, I’m servin’ in the nursery… and doin’ it for the Lord.)

Now... if y’all could just pick up your kids on time...
Amen.

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