Under His Hands (Acoustic Outlaw Cut) Verse 1 I was a backroad wreck in a rusted state of mind Chasin’ down the darkness, leavin’ daylight far behind Bottle full of emptiness, pockets full of holes Just a burned-down ember in a barroom full of smoke Pre-Chorus But pressure makes a promise If you’re willin’ to hold on Chorus I ain’t what I’m gonna be But I ain’t who I was There’s fire in the furnace There’s mercy in the dust Still rough around the edges But He’s workin’ on my soul Under His hands This old heart of coal Verse 2 Long nights, hard miles Grace was slow but sure Every scar’s a lesson Every wound a cure I’m still a rough-cut stone But I finally know my role The Maker’s steady hands Are shapin’ this old soul Bridge (spoken or half-sung outlaw style) You can call it pressure… You can call it grace… All I know is I don’t look Like I used to in that place… Final Chorus (lift just a notch) I ain’t what I’m gonna be But I’m closer than before Every day He chisels Just a little more Still dust in the makin’ But I’m heaven’s goal Under His hands This old chunk of coal
