[Verse]
Dirt roads spin, dust kicks my boots’ grin,
Bible in the backseat, sins in the wind.
Heart cracked, patched by divine light’s beam,
Realized heaven ain’t just a pipe dream.
[Chorus]
Getting close to Jesus, hands in the air,
His Glory so mighty, nothing can compare.
From the field to the throne, He’s pulling me in,
Wash my soul clean, let the shine begin.
[Verse 2]
Rusty truck prayers, under stars so wide,
Praising His name with the moon as my guide.
Grace falls heavy like that southern rain,
Chains broke free, no room for pain.
[Bridge]
Country boy spirit, but Heaven my hood,
Walking with the Savior; everything’s so good.
Mountains can crumble, oceans can dry,
Still, I’m rising up to meet Him in the sky.
[Chorus]
Getting close to Jesus, hands in the air,
His Glory so mighty, nothing can compare.
From the field to the throne, He’s pulling me in,
Wash my soul clean, let the shine begin.
[Verse 3]
It’s where I wanna be, skies of golden hues,
Angel choirs sing, no more earthly blues.
Trade my cowboy hat for a heavenly crown,
Ride into glory when the trumpets sound.