Jars of Clay

Oh My God

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Oh Am7 my God, look around thi F s place,
Fingers re C ach around the bone,
You set the Gsus break, you set the t G one,
Flights of g Am7 race, and future fa F lls,
In present p C ain, all fool Gsus s sa G y,
Oh my G F od C G F C G
Am7 Oh my God, why are we s F o afraid?
We make it C worse when we don't bleed,
There is no Gsus cure for our disease,
Turn a p Am7 hrase, and rise aga F in,
Or fake your C death, and o Gsus nly tell, G your closest friends,
Oh my G F od C G F C G
Am7 Oh my God, can I compla F in?
You take a C way my firm belief
And graft my Gsus soul upon your grief
Weddings Am7 , boats, and alibis F ,
C All drift away
A Gsus nd a moth G er cries
(no chords played until indicated)
Liars and fools, sons and failures,
Theives will always say
Lost and found, F ai G ling wanderers,
He C alers always s F ay
Wh Am7 ores and angels, m G en with problems,
Le C avers always s F ay
Broken hearted F , sepe G rated,
C Orphans always s F ay
Am7 War-creators, rac G ial-haters,
C Preachers always s F ay
Distant father F s, fallen war G riors,
C Givers always s F ay
Am7 Pilgrim saints, l G onely widows,
C Users always s F ay
Fearful mothe F rs, watchful doubt G ers,
C Saviors always s F ay
Am7 Sometimes I cannot forgive
And t G hese days mercy cuts so deep
I C f the world was how it should be
M F aybe I could get some sleep
W Am7 hile I lay I dream we're better
Sc G ales were gone and faces lighter
W C hen we wake we hate our brother
F We still move to hurt each other
(The chords for the rest of the song are as above)
Am7 Sometimes I can close my eyes
And a G ll the fear that keeps me silent
C Falls below my heavy breathing
F What makes me so badly bent
Am7 We all have a chance to murder
We G all feel the need for wonder
C We still want to be reminded
F That the pain is worth the thunder
Am7 Sometimes when I lose my grip
I won G der what to make of Heaven
C All the times I thought to reach up
F All the times I had to give up
Am7 Babies underneath their beds
Ho G spitals that cannot treat
C All the wounds that money causes
F All the comforts of cathedrals
Am7 All the cries of thirsty children
This G is our inheritance
C All the rage of watching mothers
F This is our greatest offence
Am7 Oh my God, Oh my God,
Oh my God