God Don’t Forgive Me Yet

Yeah, I danced with angels, slept with sin,

Woke up holy, broke again.

Tried to pray, but my words just bled,

Guess God don’t forgive me yet.

Got a cross on the dash, whiskey for faith,

Redemption’s a word I don’t taste.

They say I’m lost — maybe that’s true,

But the devil’s been kinder than heaven ever knew.

God don’t forgive me yet,

And I ain’t beggin’ for grace.

I wear my wrongs like a crown on my head,

And I ain’t ashamed of my place.

You can keep your choir and silhouette—

God don’t forgive me yet.

I’ve walked through fire, kissed the flame,

Learned that mercy don’t know my name.

Every scar’s a prayer I never said,

And I sleep just fine in the devil’s bed.

If heaven’s closed, I’ll build my own,

With rusted strings and a preacher’s tone.

My gospel’s blood, my hymn’s regret,

My altar burns where the sun sets.

God don’t forgive me yet,

And I don’t care if He tries.

I made my peace in the smoke and sweat,

Where the truth don’t need disguise.

Yeah, I’ve sinned, but I ain’t done yet—

God don’t forgive me yet.

So pour one out for the lost and proud,

The broken saints who sing too loud.

If heaven calls, tell ‘em I’m in debt—

But God… don’t forgive me yet.