Roadside Hallelujah

There's a church along the highway

Where the roof's begun to cave

Pews still hold the shape of folks

Who knelt there once to pray

Mama said the Lord would listen

If you spoke with open hands

But I found more truth in the silence

Than I ever did in plans

I've carried every hymnbook

Like a burden on my back

Pages worn from all the doubts

I never learned to track

There's a cross out by the county line

Painted white against the weeds

Sometimes I leave a wildflower

Just to see what faith might be

I'm calling out for something holy

Some flicker in the night

A roadside hallelujah

To say I'm still alive

I'm standing in the doorway

Between the lost and found

Wrestling with heaven

Waiting to come down

I've prayed beside the broken

Said"amen" with shaky breath

Tried to trust a bigger plan

When I couldn't see what's left

Papa's Bible sits unopened

On the windowsill at home

Sometimes it feels like faith

Is just a language I don't know

I'm calling out for something holy

Some flicker in the night

A roadside hallelujah

To say I'm still alive

I'm standing in the doorway

Between the lost and found

Wrestling with heaven

Waiting to come down

Maybe grace ain't in the steeples

Or the stories we've been told

Maybe it's the quiet courage

Of a hand you learn to hold

And maybe doubt is just the doorway

To a deeper kind of truth

The kind that meets you gently

When you've run out of proof

I'm calling out for something holy

Some flicker in the night

A roadside hallelujah

To guide me toward the light

I'm standing in the doorway

Where belief and longing sound

Wrestling with heaven

Finding sacred ground