The Salvation This Wretch Don’t Deserve

Southern Baptist tent-revival feel with male vocals: dusty upright piano, tremolo-soaked slide guitar, and a worn Hammond swirling under a gritty lead, Verse starts low and confessional over brushed snare and soft bass, then the chorus erupts with full choir, stomps, and handclaps, Subtle call-and-response and ad-libs build toward a final, raw, a cappella tag on the title line, male vocals, soulful

[Verse 1] Bottle by the bedside Bible on the floor Dust on every promise I swore I’d keep before Mama’s old red hymnal Still marked at “Just As I Am” My hands stained and shaking I’m reaching any way I can [Chorus] It’s that salvation this wretch don’t deserve Grace so heavy it’s bending my words You take this busted heart Wash it clean in Your blood and Your word Oh It’s that salvation this wretch don’t deserve [Verse 2] Knee-deep in the delta Mud all on my boots Been running from the altar Hiding from the Truth But Your mercy keeps on knocking Like Sunday morning rain Leaking through my rooftop Falling on my shame [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] I’ve been the liar The fighter The prodigal The fake [call-and-response choir] But He still calls my name Still calls my name I drag my chains to the river They sink and fade away [choir swelling] And I rise up singing I rise up saved [Chorus] [Chorus] [Outro] [whispered vocals] Salvation this wretch don’t deserve [full voice A cappella] Salvation this wretch don’t deserve

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