Empty Bottles and Broken Prayers

[Verse]
Sunday morning with a heavy head,
The preacher’s words, they hit like lead.
A Bible verse I can’t recite,
Feels too late to make it right.
[Verse 2]
Empty bottles fill the floor,
Keys and pictures by the door.
She walked out when I stayed in,
Chasing whiskey, losing kin.
[Chorus]
Lord, I’m kneeling, I’m torn apart,
Sifting ashes of a sorry heart.
I’m praying now for one more chance,
To live my life without this dance.
[Verse 3]
Mama said, “Boy, the devil’s strong,
He’ll keep you drinking all night long.”
I hear her voice through this hollow room,
It’s time to heal, to shed this gloom.
[Bridge]
I see a cross through the window’s glare,
An old salvation waiting there.
My shaking hands, they hold the book,
For the courage that it took.
[Chorus]
Lord, I’m kneeling, I’m torn apart,
Sifting ashes of a sorry heart.
I’m praying now for one more chance,
To leave behind the circumstance.

acoustic, reflective, male vocals, country