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