This beat up bible

Dusty on the shelf

Worn out and torn up

It don't look like much but it will get you through hell

It's been held in the hands

Of all the ones that I love

It might be falling off the binding but every line in it still holds up.

This beat up bible

Yeah, yeah, yeah...

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

Where you find the truth, you find the proof, of how love still is

In this beat up bible.

I can hear her saying

Baby, when you praying

Give him all your worries, he'll give you all you need

When you're crying and you're hurting

And nothing else is working

All you've got to do is just believe

In this beat up bible

In this beat up bible oh yeah...

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.

I can hear her saying

Baby, when you're praying

Give him all your worries, 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'll get you through hell.