Dust On My Bible (Folk-Gospel Acoustic)

Verse 1

Coffee cup cooling on the table

Pages curled

Ink fading at the seam

Grandma's name scribbled in the margin

Every note a little prayer for me

Chorus

There's dust on my Bible

Grace in my veins

I get lost

I get tired

Still I’m called by Your name

I don’t have all the answers

But You still hold my hand

With this dust on my Bible

You keep writing Your plans

Verse 2

I skipped church three straight summers

Chased a crowd and called it home

But Your words kept ringing like a whisper

In the quiet

Saying

“Child

You’re not alone”

Chorus

There’s dust on my Bible

Grace in my veins

I get lost

I get tired

Still I’m called by Your name

I don’t have all the answers

But You still hold my hand

With this dust on my Bible

You keep writing Your plans

Bridge

Every stain on these pages

Looks a bit like me

But every line about mercy

Says You’ll never leave

Chorus

There’s dust on my Bible

Grace in my veins

I get lost

I get tired

Still I’m called by Your name

I don’t have all the answers

But You still hold my hand

With this dust on my Bible

You keep writing Your plans