It was Saturday morning at the church
Sister Betty was scrubbing the bathroom floor
On her knees, sweat streaming down her face
A place where she had been many times before
Some people have a ministry to be envied
Preaching the gospel, praise and worship team
Maybe teaching a class on Sunday morning
Are things people look up to, so it seems
But there are other ministries out there
Ones that people never consider or know
Someone has to clean, maintain the church
Running the sweeper, cleaning toilet bowls
Sister Betty wasn’t a teacher or singer
And being a public speaker, she was not
The one thing that she was very good at
Push a broom, mop using water piping hot
It was something that she took pride in
Didn't care what the people would think
You would usually find her praising the Lord
While scrubbing the church kitchen sink
She knew that it was her life’s calling
And she thanked the Lord for the opportunity
Every Sunday morning it was quite obvious
Her ministry was there for all to see