Hey, Miss Martha, can I
Hey, Miss Martha, can I
Beg you to make some time for Jesus Christ

Whoa-o-oh

With angry looks she cooked

And set food down before Him
She never took a break at all
Then Martha said to Christ

I'm left to wash and dry
My sister pays no mind
She sits on her... behind


CHORUS


She was aghast perhaps
At how the Lord responded
He said relax and settle down

You've mopped and swept and wiped
It kept you occupied
And while it killed some time

You left the best behind

CHORUS


Martha looked as if she was a very busy bee
But she had a bee inside her bonnet

As the custom was she ran the house with guests around
Without help
Well, these dishes ain't just gonna go do themselves

And the silverware it needs some polish
Really, Lord, if I don't clean it never gets done
No-one ever helps me, Lord, it's filthy -- that's the problem


Hey, Miss Martha, can I
Hey, Miss Martha, can I

Beg you to make some time for Jesus Christ
REPEAT


Luke 10:40
But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!"