the everlasting arms.
as i drive from Tallapoosa
heading west to Tuscaloosa
there's a weight that falls heavy on my neck.
the everlasting arms
the everlasting arms.
besides the bitter taste of *****
what else constitutes a state?
there’s no people in Demopolis
and the Son is rising late.
i hate to say my home is gone
but yellow birds are flying on
and swaying trees refuse to pay attention to the sky.
if i could say this was the Styx
at least i’d have the soul-washed bricks
to build a house, to settle down, to moralize it all.
it’s far too late to realize
that you have dug a grave.
if i had the eyes to look above
then, God, it could've saved.
i hate to say i had a home
‘cause, “home is where you're not alone”
that isn’t here, yet still i feel a calling to this place.
if purple flow’rs and stinging bees
could cry to God while on their knees
they’d know the complications that arise on Judgement Day.
the everlasting arms.
no matter where you are
they're always holding on.
tighter, tighter, and even tighter still.
the everlasting arms
the everlasting arms.
the arms.
they guide.
they guide me to the cross.
on a hill far away
there's an old rugged cross
the emblem of kudzu and rain.
and i’ll go to that cross
and my God, tie the rope
to end one more sinner’s old pains.
below Shelby and Jefferson
below Montgom’ry and Elmore
forever i’ll finally be.
but why do i miss
those red, once blue seas
and Wormwoods they forced on Creek towns?
the everlasting arms.
they hold me still
to the home of the camellias
even when i cannot see it.
the everlasting arms
the everlasting arms.
…
“And so my dear believers, as it once was written in the Book of God, ‘We must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ; so that every one may receive the things done in his body, according to that he hath done, whether it be good or bad.’ And on that Hallowed Day when the Trumpets blow and the Seven Seals are broken and destroyed forever, never to be undone, we must be ready to know whether we have followed the path of good and righteousness or the path of the Devil. I for one know I’ve done good in the name of the LORD. I have given the Devil no foothold in my home…
…h a v e y o u,
d e a r b e l i e v e r?”
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 2:50 PM UTC
the everlasting arms.
as i drive from Tallapoosa
heading west to Tuscaloosa
there's a weight that falls heavy on my neck.
the everlasting arms
the everlasting arms.
besides the bitter taste of *****
what else constitutes a state?
there’s no people in Demopolis
and the Son is rising late.
i hate to say my home is gone
but yellow birds are flying on
and swaying trees refuse to pay attention to the sky.
if i could say this was the Styx
at least i’d have the soul-washed bricks
to build a house, to settle down, to moralize it all.
it’s far too late to realize
that you have dug a grave.
if i had the eyes to look above
then, God, it could've saved.
i hate to say i had a home
‘cause, “home is where you're not alone”
that isn’t here, yet still i feel a calling to this place.
if purple flow’rs and stinging bees
could cry to God while on their knees
they’d know the complications that arise on Judgement Day.
the everlasting arms.
no matter where you are
they're always holding on.
tighter, tighter, and even tighter still.
the everlasting arms
the everlasting arms.
the arms.
they guide.
they guide me to the cross.
on a hill far away
there's an old rugged cross
the emblem of kudzu and rain.
and i’ll go to that cross
and my God, tie the rope
to end one more sinner’s old pains.
below Shelby and Jefferson
below Montgom’ry and Elmore
forever i’ll finally be.
but why do i miss
those red, once blue seas
and Wormwoods they forced on Creek towns?
the everlasting arms.
they hold me still
to the home of the camellias
even when i cannot see it.
the everlasting arms
the everlasting arms.
…
“And so my dear believers, as it once was written in the Book of God, ‘We must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ; so that every one may receive the things done in his body, according to that he hath done, whether it be good or bad.’ And on that Hallowed Day when the Trumpets blow and the Seven Seals are broken and destroyed forever, never to be undone, we must be ready to know whether we have followed the path of good and righteousness or the path of the Devil. I for one know I’ve done good in the name of the LORD. I have given the Devil no foothold in my home…
…h a v e y o u,
d e a r b e l i e v e r?”