Barstools to Bibles

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.