Red Letters

[Verse 1] Granddad’s Bible on the table Name in ink, pages worn thin He’d say, “Boy, these words are holy” I’d ask, “Whose hand wrote them in?” Different scribes, different stories Desert dust and prison walls Trying hard to catch a whisper Of a voice they barely saw [Chorus] Maybe it’s God in the silence Not just in black and white Maybe it’s love in the margins Not every line is right If it’s all just hearts and hands Tryin’ to make some sense of light Then the Bible ain’t God’s only word It’s how people heard Him that night [Verse 2] Red letters in that old book But the ink’s still human-made Every word’s a trail of choices Every choice a cutting blade Pick a verse, build a kingdom Pick another, build a wall Funny how the same old chapter Can bless you or damn you all [Chorus] Maybe it’s God in the silence Not just in black and white Maybe it’s love in the margins Not every line is right If it’s all just hearts and hands Tryin’ to make some sense of light Then the Bible ain’t God’s only word It’s how people heard Him that night [Bridge] Greek and Hebrew, every language Turns a river to a stream Change a word and somehow heaven Starts to look like someone’s dream [Chorus] Maybe it’s God in the silence Not just in black and white Maybe it’s love in the margins Not every line is right If it’s all just hearts and hands Tryin’ to hold on to the light Then the Bible ain’t God’s only word It’s how people heard Him that night Yeah, the Bible ain’t God’s only word It’s how people hear Him tonight (oh yeah)