You ever stumble across something so simple yet so heavy it just stops you in your tracks? That’s Family Bible for me. Picture this: a worn-out book, edges frayed from years of hands flipping through it, sitting on a kitchen table somewhere quiet. This isn’t just a song—it’s a memory you can feel, like the smell of your grandma’s cooking or the sound of a screen door creaking shut. It’s country music doing what it does best: taking the everyday and turning it into something sacred.
I’d tell you it’s about faith, sure, but it’s more than that—it’s about roots. The kind of roots that tie you to people and places you can’t shake, even if you tried. The lyrics (well, the ones I’m imagining since we’re dreaming this up together) would probably paint a scene: a family gathered ‘round, voices soft but steady, reading from that old Bible like it’s the glue holding them together. Maybe there’s a line about a mother’s trembling hands or a father’s low hum joining in—little details that hit you right in the chest. It’s not loud or flashy; it’s tender, like a whisper that lingers.
What makes it special? It’s the way it doesn’t need to shout to be heard. In a world that’s all noise and chaos, Family Bible would feel like sitting still for a minute, letting the weight of love and time sink in. I bet it’d have a melody that sways like a rocking chair—gentle, steady, with a steel guitar crying just enough to make you ache. It’s the kind of song you’d hear at a funeral or a wedding and think, “Yeah, that’s us. That’s home.”
And the story behind it? Let’s say it’s born from someone who grew up watching their folks lean on that book—not just for religion, but for survival. Maybe the writer saw it firsthand: how those pages got them through hard winters, broken hearts, or just the plain old grind of life. It’s not preachy—it’s real. That’s why it’d stick with you. You’d catch yourself humming it while washing dishes, wondering about your own family’s version of that Bible—whatever it is that keeps you tethered.
So, what do you think? Can you hear it yet? That soft chorus pulling you in, making you feel like you’re part of the story? Because that’s what Family Bible would do—it’d invite you to sit down, stay awhile, and remember what matters
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There’s a family Bible on the table, each page is worn and hard to read.
But the family Bible on the table, will ever be my key to memories.
At the end of day when work was over, and when the evening meal was done.
Dad would read to us from the family Bible, and we’d count our many blessing one by one.
I can see us sitting around the table, when from the family Bible dad would read.
I can hear my mother softly singing, rock of ages, rock of ages cleft for me.
Now this old World of ours is filled with trouble, this old World would oh so better be.
If we found more Bibles on the table, and mother singing rock of ages cleft for me.
I can us see sitting around the table, when from the family Bible dad would read.
I can hear my mother softly singing, rock of ages, rock of ages cleft for me