There’s something deeply comforting about a song that takes you back to the roots of family, faith, and the simple moments that shape who we are. Family Bible is one of those rare gems—a song that carries the warmth of home, the weight of tradition, and the unshakable power of belief.
Originally written by Willie Nelson (though it was first recorded by Claude Gray in 1960), Family Bible is a heartfelt reflection on childhood memories, where the image of a mother reading from the Bible and a family gathering in prayer becomes a symbol of unwavering faith. It’s not just about religion—it’s about the moments that define a family’s bond, the kind that stay with you long after childhood fades into memory.
Listening to Family Bible feels like stepping into a time machine. The lyrics paint a picture of a simpler era, where faith and love were passed down from generation to generation, not through grand gestures, but through the quiet, everyday acts of devotion. That well-worn Bible on the family table isn’t just a book—it’s a reminder of the values, struggles, and prayers that held everything together.
Over the years, the song has been covered by countless country and gospel artists, each adding their own personal touch, but the message always remains the same: faith is a constant, and the love of family is a foundation that never crumbles. It’s a song that resonates with anyone who’s ever found solace in tradition, strength in prayer, or nostalgia in the pages of an old book.
Few songs capture the spirit of home quite like Family Bible. It’s a musical hug—gentle, familiar, and filled with the kind of warmth that never fades
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Lyrics
There’s a family Bible on the table
Each page is torn 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 blessings one by one
I can see us sittin’ round 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 full of trouble
This old world would also better be
If we’d find more Bibles on the tables
And mothers singing rock of ages cleft for me
I can see us sittin’ round the table
When from the family Bible dad would read
I can hear my mother softly singing rock of ages
Rock of ages rock of ages cleft for me