[Verse 1 – soft, intimate, close-mic] I keep my Bible open to the pages worn and thin— the ones on grace and mercy, and forgiving every sin. I hum the hymns they taught me, I bow my head just so… while guarding all the pieces the good Lord need not know. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus – small emotional lift, gentle harmony pad] I loved a man in secret before the vows were said— a sin I never planned for, but followed where it led. ⸻ [Chorus – warm Southern sway, tender but aching] What the good Lord don’t need to know I fold beneath my Sunday glow. I smile the way they taught me to and pray my heart stays hidden too. Some truths I keep where shadows go— what the good Lord don’t need to know. ⸻ [Verse 2 – slightly brighter, tremble under the sweetness] I love the man who saved me, though we both were far from pure— he pulled me from my heartbreak, and I’m grateful, that’s for sure. But sometimes when the choir swells, old ghosts still tug my soul— and I sip my longing quietly… where the good Lord need not go. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus 2 – breathier, softer confession] He says the past is over, that love can make us new— but some mistakes keep breathing no matter what you do. ⸻ [Chorus – fuller harmony bloom] What the good Lord don’t need to know I fold beneath my Sunday glow. I smile the way they taught me to and pray my heart stays hidden too. Some truths I keep where shadows go— what the good Lord don’t need to know. ⸻ [Bridge – hushed, trembling honesty] I’m trying to be righteous, I’m trying to stay clean— but sin can wear a longing that never leaves the seams. I love him, Lord, I truly do— I hope that love still shows… but I hide the parts that tremble— what the good Lord need not know. ⸻ [Final Chorus – gentler, emotional restraint, soft echo harmonies] What the good Lord don’t need to know I keep beneath that Sunday glow. I smile the way they taught me to and pray my heart stays hidden too. I’ll hold my truths where shadows go— what the good Lord don’t need to know. ⸻ [Outro – whispered, barely-there] Some truths stay soft and low… what the good Lord don’t need to know.
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