Load-Bearing

[Verse 1]
The plaster dust settled on the dining room table,
Tasted like chalk on my tongue in July.
Every two-by-four screamed with a memory's ghost,
Found your wedding ring caught on a floorboard nail.

[Chorus]
This ain't pretty, it's load-bearing faith,
Holding the roof up in God's hard rain.
More than a feeling, it's the joist and the beam,
The Grace that you can't see, holding up everything.

[Verse 2]
My father knelt down in the splintered pine doorway,
His calloused thumb tracing the split in the wood.
Said, "Darlin', a plumb line don't care about sorry,
It only cares 'bout what's level and good."

[Chorus]
This ain't pretty, it's load-bearing faith,
Holding the roof up in God's hard rain.
More than a feeling, it's the joist and the beam,
The Grace that you can't see, holding up everything.

[Bridge]
Some people pray for a brand new foundation,
I'm patching the cracks with my praise and my sweat.
The strongest walls know a sledgehammer's mercy;
This house ain't finished with me yet.

[Chorus]
This ain't pretty, it's load-bearing faith,
Holding the roof up in God's hard rain.
More than a feeling, it's the joist and the beam,
The Grace that you can't see, holding up everything.

[Outro]
My hands on the hammer... amen... amen.