"Come, Lord Jesus" by Andrew Peterson From "Carried Along" Music and lyrics by Andrew Peterson Copyright © 2000 New Spring Publishing (ASCAP) http://www.andrew-peterson.com Transcribed by T-rev http://www.t-rev.net Capo 2. Gabe actually plays the first two verses on a high-strung guitar. The third through sixth strings (EADG) are the small strings from a 12-string guitar, so they are an octave higher. This gives a distinctive sound, but the cool thing is that you can play the song on a normal guitar and use exactly the same chord fingerings, though it of course sounds a bit different since some of the notes are an octave lower. I play this song on a normal guitar with the capo covering the bottom 5 strings to get the extra bass note. x22432 Bm x02200 Aadd9 320033 G x00230 Dadd9 Bm Tonight in the line of the merchandise store A G While they were packing up my bags Bm I saw the pictures of the prophets of the picket signs G Screaming, "God hates fags" And it feels like the church isn't anything more Than the second coming of the Pharisees Scrubbing each other 'til their tombs are white They chisel epitaphs of piety D Oh, there's a burning down inside of me Bm G D A 'Cause the battle seems so lost D And it's raging on so silently Bm G D A G We forget it's being fought D G So, Amen, Come, Lord Jesus, Amen D G Oh, Amen, Come, Lord Jesus, Amen D It's taken me years in the race just to get this far A G Still there is no end in sight, there's no end in sight D 'Cause I've carried my cross into dens of the wicked G And you know I blended in just fine Well, I'm weak and I'm weary of breaking His heart With the cycle of my sin, of my sin Still He turns His face to me and I kiss it Just to betray Him once again Well, I've got oceans down inside of me I can feel the billows roll With the mercy that comes thundering O'er the waters of my soul Tonight in the light of the gathering rain I could hear creation groan And a sigh rose up from the streets of the city To the foot of Heaven's throne Oh, and the people hear the sound of a sweet refrain An absolution in the fray, in the fray It tells of the death of the One for the lives of the many More than any picket sign could say Transcribed 4/30/2000 by T-rev More tab available at http://www.t-rev.net
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