Book of John song

I was raised on red dirt roads and Sunday morning hymns,

Grandma’s Bible on the table, pages worn and thin,

She’d read about a man who walked on water like dry land,

Said “Son, that’s Jesus, and He holds this world in His hands.”

She talked about the Word that was there from the start,

Spoke light into the darkness, lit up broken hearts,

Said He came down from Heaven just to set us free,

Full of grace and truth for folks like you and me.

I’ve been lost in the night, chasing neon lights,

Trying to fill a hole that just wouldn’t feel right,

Then I heard those words, “You don’t have to roam,”

“I am the way, the truth, the life—come on home.”

By the river He stood, told the weary and worn,

“You can be born again, leave your past in the storm,”

Living water flowin’, never runnin’ dry,

Gives a man new strength, gives a soul new life.

I’ve seen love on a cross on a hill far away,

Where He gave it all so my sins could be paid,

They laid Him in the ground, thought the story was done,

But that stone rolled away with the risin’ sun.

Now I walk these fields with a different view,

Every sunrise feels like mercy made new,

And I ain’t who I was, yeah, I’ve been set free,

By the truth in John, and what it means to me.

So if you’re out there wanderin’, feelin’ all alone,

There’s a light still shinin’ gonna lead you home,

Just open up that Book, let the words speak strong,

Find a little peace in the Gospel of John.