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When the twister blew the church house down
this old pew was all I found.
It's the one I sit beside my momma on.
It was there I heard the preacher say everything will be brand new.
If you'll only take the long walk between the pulpit and the pew.

Now this wood soaked up the Holy Word,
splintered from the secrets heard.
And the melodies of the gospel choirs are here.
And a mothers heart is in this wood baptized with all her tears.
Sometimes when it's quiet I can still hear her prayer.

Between the pulpit and the pew.
Lord let him catch a glimpse of you.
Sacrificed upon a splintered wooden cross.
Between the pulpit and the pew.
Lord let him catch a glimpse of you.
Sacrificed upon a splintered wooden cross,
between the pulpit and the pew.


They say what goes around comes round,
18 and he's got me down.
I guess I'm paying for my raising up.
Some call it sewing wild oats, some call it raising cain.
And now I know how momma felt waiting everyday.

Between the pulpit and the pew.
Lord let him catch a glimpse of you.
Sacrificed upon a splintered wooden cross.
Between the pulpit and the pew.
Lord let him catch a glimpse of you
Sacrificed upon a splintered wooden cross,
between the pulpit and the pew.