King of the Word

Verse 1
Two pages left in my worn-out Bible,
Faith strong though my shoes ain't liable,
Old coat, no gold, no state ID,
Just grace and truth — they travel free.
No card swipe, no claim to fame,
No surname badge, no legal game.
I roam these roads by faith, not sword,
I'm just a pilgrim — King of the Word.

Chorus
Bible in hand, dust on my feet,
Preachin’ grace on every street.
Trade your burdens for His yoke,
Life in Christ — the chains are broke.
Freight-train hymns, salvation heard,
I'm just a pilgrim — King of the Word.

Verse 2
Campfire smoke and a roadside prayer,
Free gospel tracks for folks who stare.
“Repent, believe — the gift is free,”
No tithes, no fees, no clergy fee.
I knock on hearts, not courthouse doors,
Grace don’t file in legal drawers.
I don’t chase mammon, that’s absurd —
I serve my Savior — King of the Word.

Chorus
Bible in hand, dust on my feet,
Preachin’ grace on every street.
Trade your burdens for His yoke,
Life in Christ — the chains are broke.
Freight-train hymns, salvation heard,
I'm just a pilgrim — King of the Word.

Bridge
Boxcar pews, I ride along,
Tracks hum low like gospel song.
For every ear that dares to hear —
Another soul draws Heaven near.

Final Chorus
Bible in hand, dust on my feet,
Preachin’ grace on every street.
Trade your burdens for His yoke,
Life in Christ — the chains are broke.
Saint or sinner, spread the Word —
Christ is King — and I’m His herald…
King of the Word.