Prompt / Lyrics
[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 ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] I still believe in something true Just don’t know who’s been speaking for who ⸻ [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 ⸻ [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 ⸻ [Pre-Chorus] If God’s still here, I know this much He ain’t impressed by perfect words ⸻ [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 ⸻ [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 ⸻ [Build – backing vocals low] (Still here…) (Still trying…) (Still breathing…) (Still praying…) ⸻ [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 ⸻ [Outro] Cup’s gone cold Morning’s here If God’s listening He already heard
Tags
Blues, female singer
Duration
4:16
Instrumental
No
Created
2/7/2026