

Prompt / Lyrics
I was raised on neon lights and Friday night noise Smoke in my lungs, whiskey in my voice Running with a crowd that was running from truth Laughing too loud, but dying inside my youth Ashes on the table, cards in my hand Deals in the parking lot, I thought I was the man Living for the buzz, just chasing the high Didn’t know my soul was slowly running dry Every wrong turn felt like freedom at the time But sin always collects what it lets you borrow blind From barstools to Bibles, from bottles to prayer From midnight mistakes to a God who was there He found me broken, face down in the dark Lit up my life like a holy spark Now my hands that poured drinks raise praise Trading smoke-filled nights for amazing grace I was lost in those reckless ways Now I’m serving in His house these days Sunday mornings used to be for sleep Hungover regrets buried six feet deep Didn’t want a preacher telling me wrong So I drowned conviction in another song But grace has a way of breaking through Even when you’re running, it runs to you He met me tired on a dead-end street Love like fire knocked me to my knees Shame said I’d gone too far to be saved But mercy said, “Child, that’s why I came.” From barstools to Bibles, from bottles to prayer From empty religion to knowing He cares He found me sinking, pulled me from the flood Washed my stained past in redeeming blood Now my hands that once dealt lies and pain Lift up hope in Jesus’ name I was lost in those reckless ways Now I’m serving in His house these days I stack chairs now instead of cash Pass the offering plate instead of a flask Used to close down bars at 2 AM Now I open doors and welcome them If you see me smiling, it ain’t the same high It’s the peace I found when I let me die The old me’s gone, that debt is paid I’m living proof that grace remakes From barstools to Bibles, from bottles to praise From back-alley nights to holy days He called my name through the noise and sin And the church doors opened, I walked right in Now the hands that once were stained with shame Are serving coffee in Jesus’ name I was lost in those reckless ways Now I’m volunteering all my days Neon faded, the cross still shines He turned this sinner into a servant of mine From barstools… To Bibles.
Tags
Eric Clapton, soul and rock
3:46
No
2/28/2026