Oh My God.

Jars Of Clay

Tom: C

Intro: Am F C G

Am                          F
Oh my God, look around this place,
               C
Your fingers reach around the bone,
             G
you set the break and set the tone
                Am                F
For flights of grace, and future falls
            C             G           F
In present pain all fools say,"Oh my God."

( C G F C G )

Am                          F
Oh my God, why are we so afraid?
              C
We make it worse when we don't bleed,
             G
There is no cure for our disease.
         Am              F
Turn a phrase and rise again,
              C                             G
Or fake your death and only tell your closest friends,
       F
Oh My God.

( C G F C G F C )

       Am            F
Oh my God, can I complain?
          C                                G
You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief.
           Am            F
Weddings, boats, and alibis,
           C                  G
All drift away, and a mother cries...

Liars and fools, sons and failures, theives will always say...
Am               G       Em         C/E         F
Lost and found, ailing wanderers, healers always say...
Am                  G        Em        C/E           F
Whores and angels, men with problems, leavers always say...
Am                  G      C/E             F
Broken hearted, separated, orphans always say...
Am              G     Em      C/E             F
War creators, racial haters, preachers always say...
Am                 G   Em         C/E           F
Distant fathers, fallen warriors, givers always say...
Am                G    Em        C/E         F
Pilgrim saints, lonely widows, users always say...
Am                G       Em        C/E            F
Fearful mothers, watchful doubters, Saviors always say...

Am
Sometimes I can not forgive
     G               Em
and these days mercy cuts so deep,
C/E
If the world was how it should be,
F
maybe I could get some sleep.
Am
While I lay, I'd dream we're better,
G                    Em
scales were gone and faces lighter,
C/E
When we wake we hate our brother,
F
we still move to hurt each other,
Am
Sometimes I can close my eyes
G                     Em
and all the fear the keeps me silent,
C/E
Falls below my heavy breathing,
F
what makes me so badly bent?
Am
We all have a chance to murder,
G                Em
we all have the need for wonder.
C/E                           F
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the plunder.

Am
Sometimes when I lose my grip,
G                Em
I wonder what to make of heaven,
C/E
All the times I thought to reach up,
F
all the times I had to give up.
Am
Babies underneath their beds,
G             Em
in hospitals that can not treat them.
C/E
All the wounds that money causes,
F
all the comforts of cathedrals,
Am
All the cries of thirsty children,
G           Em
this is our inheritance,
C/E
All the rage of watching mothers,
F
this is our greatest offense
F          G          Am       F
Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God.