Oh My God by Jars Of Clay This is almost the same version of the song that is already on here, but the chords are with all the lyrics. Am7 F Oh my God, look around this place, C Fingers reach around the bone, Gsus G You set the break, you set the tone, Am7 F Flights of grace, and future falls, C Gsus G In present pain, all fools say, F C G F C G Oh my God Am7 F Oh my God, why are we so afraid? C We make it worse when we don't bleed, Gsus There is no cure for our disease, Am7 F Turn a phrase, and rise again, C Gsus G Or fake your death, and only tell, your closest friends, F C G F C G Oh my God Am7 F Oh my God, can I complain? C You take away my firm belief Gsus And graft my soul upon your grief Am7 F Weddings, boats, and alibis, C All drift away Gsus G And a mother cries (no chords played until indicated) Liars and fools, sons and failures, Theives will always say F G Lost and found, ailing wanderers, C F Healers always say Am7 G Whores and angels, men with problems, C F Leavers always say F G Broken hearted, seperated, C F Orphans always say Am7 G War-creators, racial-haters, C F Preachers always say F G Distant fathers, fallen warriors, C F Givers always say Am7 G Pilgrim saints, lonely widows, C F Users always say F G Fearful mothers, watchful doubters, C F Saviors always say Am7 Sometimes I cannot forgive G And these days mercy cuts so deep C If the world was how it should be F Maybe I could get some sleep Am7 While I lay I dream we're better G Scales were gone and faces lighter C When 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 G And all 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 G We 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 G I wonder 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 G Hospitals that cannot treat C All the wounds that money causes F All the comforts of cathedrals Am7 All the cries of thirsty children G This 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 www.TAB6.com