Oh My God Jars of Clay
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
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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
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[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
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