country god church

[Intro – gentle acoustic guitar strum, distant church bell] (Instrumental Solo) [Verse 1 – warm acoustic guitar, soft brush drums] Dust on my boots from the backroad miles Stained-glow light through the chapel style Calloused hands folded tight in mine Whispering hopes ‘neath the pine [Pre-Chorus – rising fiddle melody, subtle bass] Sky’s turning pink over the ridge Every step leads me to the edge Of something bigger than my own small plans Where the quiet meets the holy hands [Chorus – full gospel harmonies, bright piano accents] Oh, the country god hears every word I say From the fields to the steeple, every night and day He knows the cracks in my weathered soul Makes the broken pieces whole [Verse 2 – acoustic guitar fingerpicking, soft mandolin] Old wooden pews where my grandma knelt Her favorite hymn still lingers, felt In the wind that sways the cotton rows Where the lonely heart finally knows [Pre-Chorus 2 – layered harmonies, building fiddle] Sun dips low behind the barn Every scar is a story He’s sworn To hold close when the world feels cold His love’s the only fire that won’t grow old [Chorus 2 – amplified harmonies, steady drum beat] Oh, the country god hears every word I say From the fields to the steeple, every night and day He knows the cracks in my weathered soul Makes the broken pieces whole [Bridge – sparse piano, intimate vocals] I don’t need gold or a fancy name Just a quiet place to call His name When the thunder rolls and the rain comes down He’s the solid ground I’ve found [Solo – weeping fiddle, warm guitar backing] (Instrumental Solo) [Chorus 3 – full band, soaring harmonies] Oh, the country god hears every word I say From the fields to the steeple, every night and day He mends the cracks in my weathered soul Makes the broken pieces whole [Outro – fading acoustic guitar, soft church hum] Dust settles slow on the chapel door His love’s the one I’m coming home for