Truth at the Little Literature Cart

I was cuttin’ through town on a Saturday Coffee in hand, worn-out ball cap Saw a little cart by the hardware store Thought “here we go” and I just walked past But that old boy smiled, tipped his hat Said, “How you doin’, friend, you got a minute to chat?” I said, “I’ve heard it all before” He said, “Then you won’t mind hearin’ a little more” Guess the truth can find you where you are By a folding chair and a plastic cart A couple kind faces, standin’ in the heat Talkin’ ‘bout a hope that don’t taste like defeat I pushed back hard, but they stayed calm Answered my questions ‘til my doubts felt small Didn’t think my life would change in a parking lot But I met the truth at that little literature cart I asked, “Where was God when my daddy died?” My voice shook more than I planned They opened up a page, whispered, “Take your time” Didn’t rush, didn’t preach, just held my hand Rain clouds rolled, traffic roared by I tried not to let ‘em see me cry But when they read about tears being wiped away Something in my chest finally gave way Guess the truth can find you where you are By a folding chair and a plastic cart A couple kind voices, steady and clear Talkin’ ‘bout a day there’ll be no more fear I pushed back hard, but they stayed calm Answered my questions ‘til my doubts felt small Didn’t think my faith would start in a parking lot But I met the truth at that little literature cart Now Sunday mornin’ don’t look the same I’m readin’ for myself, learnin’ that Name I ain’t got all the answers, but I got a fresh start From a simple conversation by that little cart (oh yeah) ‘Cause the truth can find you where you are By a folding chair and a plastic cart If you see ‘em standin’ on your street someday You might find the words you been wishin’ you could say You might push back hard, they’ll stay calm They’ll hear your hurt ‘til your doubts feel small Didn’t think my heart would heal in a parking lot But I found the truth at that little literature cart