Bootprints on the Bible

Mama kept a Bible on the table, Said, “Boy, don’t track your sins inside.” But I came home with mud and thunder, Walkin’ in like I’d never tried.

Every page she turned was shakin’, Like the truth was scared of me. And I knew the man I’d grown into Ain’t the man she tried to teach.

I ain’t holy, never claimed it — But I stand where the shadows kneel.

Bootprints on the Bible, I ain’t hidin’ where I’ve been. If the saints don’t want my story, Let the sinners call me kin. You can judge me by the dirt, You can curse me for the track — But I’m walkin’ on with purpose, And I ain’t takin’ nothin’ back.

They say a man should bow for mercy, But mercy never bowed for me. I’ve drowned in whiskey, fire, and choices, Risin’ up where the dead can’t see.

That holy book still holds my footprints, Marked like scars across the spine. Proof a man can walk through heaven And still choose his own design.

If salvation waits to judge me, Tell it I don’t break or kneel.

Bootprints on the Bible, Let the righteous raise their hands. I’ll be standin’ with the broken, Where the truth still understands. If my sins are carved in pages, Let ‘em write ‘em all in black — ‘Cause I’d walk that road again And never take a footprint back.

Ohh… I’ve walked through fire that saints avoided… Ohh… I’ve lived through nights the angels voided… But a man who stands in darkness Learns the shadows he’s supported.

Bootprints on the Bible, Ain’t no hymn that fits my name. But I’m stronger than the silence, And I’m louder than my shame. If redemption ever finds me, It’ll meet a man intact — With the dust of every battle Still on boots that won’t turn back.

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