Dust on My Bible (Guitar Brushed)

Verse 1

Found it on the shelf behind the jackets

Name in faded ink

Year ’95

Pages bowed and browned from turning

Little pressed flower still alive

Chorus

There’s dust on my Bible

But the words still shine

They’re waiting like a porch light

Every time I lose my mind

I’ve been running in circles

Chasing my pride

There’s dust on my Bible

But that grace don’t dry

Verse 2

Phone keeps buzzing

Mind keeps racing

Scroll through storms and shouting screens

Then I hear my grandma’s laughter

In a verse I used to read

Chorus

There’s dust on my Bible

But the words still shine

They’re waiting like a porch light

Every time I lose my mind

I’ve been running in circles

Chasing my pride

There’s dust on my Bible

But that grace don’t dry

Bridge

I don’t have every answer (no I don’t)

I don’t pray like I should (mmm)

But I crack that cover open

And the bad starts turning good

Chorus

There’s dust on my Bible

But the words still shine

They’re waiting like a porch light

Every time I lose my mind

I’ve been running in circles

Till I finally cry

There’s dust on my Bible

But that grace don’t dry

There’s dust on my Bible

But that grace… still shines