On the far end of the third floor Down the soft pink corridor Under low-watt bulbs Through alarmed double doors I woke up In Maternity Ward Not that I wasn't working Truth is I worked all morning But didn't see a single sunbeam 'Til I hit 3 West And There, reaching out To touch my nose And make me sneeze The Lord gave his sun to me I restocked the gloves In every size I picked up the crates And opened my eyes To praise Him To praise Him To praise Him To praise Him To praise Him To praise Him To praise Him To praise Him