Ashes in the offering plate

[Verse] Sunday mornin’, bells don’t ring, No choir left to rise and sing. The candles burn low, the dust don’t lie, And I preach to ghosts with whiskey eyes. [Verse] The sheriff’s weary, the town’s gone gray, The outlaw’s fire just won’t fade away. I’ve buried too many to believe what I say, But I keep on talkin’ ‘cause it keeps me sane. [Chorus] There’s ashes in the offering plate, Hope burnin’ out ‘fore it’s too late. If grace don’t come, I’ll fade away There’s ashes in the offering plate. [Verse] The Lord once whispered in my ear, Now it’s silence that I hear. Every sermon feels like a lie, Every prayer another alibi. [Bridge] Maybe faith ain’t found in light, But in losin’ sleep and fightin’ night. I’ll keep the doors unlocked and wait, For mercy to walk through the gate. [Chorus] There’s ashes in the offering plate, Hope burnin’ out ‘fore it’s too late. If grace don’t come, I’ll fade away There’s ashes in the offering plate.