[Verse 1]
I learned my prayers from folded hands
And chipped mugs in borrowed land
Sunday words, weekday doubt
Trying to figure what grace is about
The preacher said “Just hold on tight”
But faith don’t always feel polite
Some days it whispers, some days it stalls
Some days it don’t answer calls
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[Pre-Chorus]
I still believe in something true
Just don’t know who’s been speaking for who
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[Chorus]
This is my cold coffee gospel
Still drinking even though it’s gone bitter
I kept the faith, lost the altar
Some truths don’t shine, they flicker
Cold coffee gospel
No choir, no crowd
Just me and the quiet
Trying to believe out loud
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[Verse 2]
I watched them sell salvation cheap
Promise heaven, collect the keep
Say “God’s good” with a practiced smile
While walking past the hurting mile
I don’t hate the book, I hate the show
I hate the way they make it cold
Turn love into a business plan
And call it holy if it stands
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[Pre-Chorus]
If God’s still here, I know this much
He ain’t impressed by perfect words
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[Chorus]
This is my cold coffee gospel
Stale amen, cracked belief
Still showing up at the table
Even when the cup tastes weak
Cold coffee gospel
No fire, no fame
Just a stubborn kind of hope
That won’t say its own name
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[Bridge – stripped / intimate]
If there’s mercy, it’s quiet
If there’s truth, it’s plain
If there’s love, it don’t need
A stage or a name
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[Build – backing vocals low]
(Still here…)
(Still trying…)
(Still breathing…)
(Still praying…)
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[Final Chorus – fuller but restrained]
This is my cold coffee gospel
Not polished, not clean
But it’s honest in the way
Only tired people mean
Cold coffee gospel
I’ll drink it slow
Faith don’t have to be loud
Just real enough to hold
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[Outro]
Cup’s gone cold
Morning’s here
If God’s listening
He already heard
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