This beat up Bible
Dusty on the shelf
Worn out and torn up, it don't look like much,
But it gets you through hell
It's been held in the hands
Of all the ones that I've loved
It might be falling off the binding but every line in it still holds up
This beat up Bible
That old recliner, in this living room
She was sitting right there, teaching me a prayer, all that she knew
About the words on the pages
About the greatest gift
Its where you find the truth, where you find the proof, that His love still lives
In this beat up Bible
I can hear her saying, "Baby when your praying, give him all your words, He'll give you all you need"
When your crying and your hurting and nothing else is working
All you gotta do is just believe
In this beat up Bible
I was holding her hand when she was on her way home
She said, "baby don't cry I'm going to see the One who rolled away the stone", yeah
I can hear her saying, "Baby when your praying, give him all your words, He'll give you all you need"
I'm crying and I'm hurting and nothing else is working
So I open up the pages and start to read
This beat up Bible
Dusty on the shelf
Worn out and torn up, don't look like much,
But it gets you through hell