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Grace in the Grease — Diesel Mechanic's Hymn 2 by Jason

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Grace in the Grease — Diesel Mechanic's Hymn 2

Country Gospel,Gender-Neutral Vocals

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Lyrics
Description
Verse 1:
Morning light through the bay, old Mack idles low,
Torque wrench sings on the lift, watch the pistons go.
Hands dark as midnight, but they know the plan,
Rags like Sunday coats, oil lines on my hands.
Pre-Chorus:
Coffee steam and radio, a soft hymn through the haze,
A name tucked on my heart from simpler days.
Chorus:
Grace in the grease, faith in these hands,
Church bells call me home, I take my stand.
Diesel breath and hymnals, same worn page,
Grace in the grease — it turns my work to praise.
Verse 2:
Sleeves rolled to the elbow, mount the torque and tune,
Headlights cut the dusk like a silver, honest moon.
I fix what keeps the town rolling, engines row by row,
Pray between the lashings, let the steady rhythms flow.
Pre-Chorus:
A father’s voice in the corner, a hymn between the gears,
Saying, “son, keep both your hands and hold your fears.”
Chorus:
Grace in the grease, faith in these hands,
Church bells call me home, I take my stand.
Diesel breath and hymnals, same worn page,
Grace in the grease — it turns my work to praise.
Bridge:
There are nights my back is sore, the ledger numbers bite,
Doubts hum like a starter that won't turn at night.
I remember a wooden pew, a sermon soft and plain,
A promise folded in a pocket — hope through every strain.
So I wipe my brow with a rag, smell of pine and oil,
I trade the ache for something holy, let the small things boil.
Chorus (variation):
Grace in the grease — this is my praise,
Faith on these hands, through the long workdays.
Church bells pull the collar of my soul to stay,
Grace in the grease — light my way.
Outro:
So I’ll turn the wrench and lift my voice, sing low and sing true,
From shop floor to altar rail, the same sky runs through.
Oil-stained and Sunday-clean, I walk both lines the same,
Grace in the grease, faith in my hands — I carry both names.
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