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I sat in the last row
Just to feel the sound
Voices rose like angels
But I kept my head down
They sang about mercy
And I knew the tune
But my sins wore boots
And came back too soon
The preacher was golden
His hands held the light
But I heard rats beneath the gospel
Scratching through the night
There's a hole in the hymn
Where my soul used to fit
And the roof never shook
When I prayed in it
No thunder came
No tongues of flame
Just rats beneath the gospel
Chewing through my name
I stayed till the candles
Burned down to their knees
Thinking maybe the silence
Was trying to speak
But grace don't knock
On a splintered door
And my shadow don't stretch
On that floor no more
There's a hole in the hymn
Where my soul used to fit
And the roof never shook
When I prayed in it
No thunder came
No tongues of flame
Just rats beneath the gospel
And a man with no name
There's a hole in the hymn
Where my soul used to fit
And the roof never shook
When I prayed in it
No thunder came
No tongues of flame
Just rats beneath the gospel
And a man with no name