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Title: 6th Floor Angels (Methodist Hospital Song) 🎵

(by James “Boosie” Chaney)

They rolled me through them front doors,

Feelin’ weak and tired inside.

Didn’t know what the good Lord had in store,

Just prayin’ He’d stay by my side.

Then I met some hearts made outta gold,

Right here in Houston, I was told—

This ain’t just a hospital, it’s heaven’s hall,

And the 6th floor angels, they’ve seen it all.

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🎤 At Methodist Hospital, one of the best in the U.S.,

Where kindness lives and hearts find rest.

From the doctors to the techs who care through it all,

The 6th floor angels — they answer the call.

🎶 Methodist Hospital, where the good Lord walks the halls,

And love is the medicine that heals us all.

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There’s a young man named Justin, my nurse today,

Respectful and calm in every way.

He talked to me soft, like a brother would do,

Said, “You just rest, we’ll take care of you.”

It ain’t the needles or the pills that mend,

It’s folks like him who make you feel whole again.

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And late at night when the halls are still,

You can feel that peace, you can feel God’s will.

Through every whisper, every prayer, every touch,

I realized healing don’t always need much.

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🎤 Methodist Hospital, one of the best in the U.S.,

I found my strength where I least would’ve guessed.

From Justin’s smile to that angelic call,

The 6th floor angels — I thank you all.

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