This beat up bible
Dusty on the shelf
Worn out and torn up
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 upThis beat up bible
Yeah, yeah, yeahThat 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 bibleI 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 yeahI 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, yeahI 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 readThis beat up bible
Dusty on the shelf
Worn out and torn up
Don't look like much but it'll get you through hell
Songwriters
Cary Barlowe, Hillary Lindsey, Shane StevensPublished by
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