I went to church the other day to free my soul from sin;

I was looking for the preacher, but the preacher wasnt in.

The sexton then assured me that thered be no use in waiting,

The preachers gone away, he said, to do some demonstrating.

I asked for the assistant – the next in line would do.

Sorry, said the sexton, hes demonstrating, too.

Well, what I want to know, I said, and Ill make myself quite clear,

While theyre off demonstrating, whos running things down here?

Whos taking care of sinners? Whos leading us in prayer?

Whos feeding all the lost sheep that wander by right here?

Whos baptizing the babies? and, another thing, I said,

Whos looking out for the sick folks and blessing all the dead?

The sexton was a wise old man with a twinkle in his eye;

He looked at me and scratched his head, and this was his reply:

Son, what Im going to say to you might strike you kinda odd,

But since no ones here to help you, put your question up to God.

So I asked Him all these things last night when I bent my knee to prayer,

O Lord, I prayed, please tell me, whos running things down here?

The Lord sent down an angel – it was enough to make me sob –

When the angel said, The devil, and hes doing a darn good job.

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