by Josh Garrels
No Capo
Key: Em
Chorus
[Em]All c[G]reatures [D2]of our [A2]God and [Em]King
Lift [G]up your v[D2]oice and [A2]let us [Em]sing
O [G]Praise Him![D2] O P[A2]raise [Bm]Him!
Allelu[C]ia
(Same chord progression continues all the way thru... You'll just have to listen
to the song for the full rhythm.)
[Em]Creation sent to me the [G]centipede to witness the
comp[D2]lexity of one hundred [A2]legs that were moving
unex[Em]pectedly, ironically, [G]just as they were meant to be,
they're [D2]fearfully and wonderfully [A2]made;
An organism [Em]praised in circadian [G]rhythms:
the sun will [D2]rise and then the sun will [A2]set, and then the sun will rise
a[Bm]gain, so lift up your head! this is life: not a static [C]object preserved and
dis[Em]played like a relic from the [G]dead
You are not a [D2]fruitless tree with a [A2]rootless disease
[Em]growin' in a bucket in a [G]rich man's home
[D2]next to the TV [A2]tamed and alone
[Em]learnin' to lust for the [G]things you don't own
like an [D2]arm-chair warrior who's [A2]been dethroned,
[Bm]declawed and fixed, fighting for you life with unattended slit [C]wrists.
[Em]Don't let your name get inter[G]mingled with the number
cause its [D2]time to awaken from the [A2]devilish slumber,
to [Em]freely follow the [G]Forerunner
to the father[D2]land and rally round the [A2]renaissance man
and the [Em]wisdom of His ways and all the [G]work of His hands
catch [D2]come as catch can [A2]
concentrating on the [Bm]good words of the Son of Man,
the plan is to withstand the demands of a [C]confused oppressor:
[Em] a wolf in sheep's [G]clothes
with monotonous [D2]lectures and questionable [A2]gestures
unequal [Em]measures cultural [G]pressures
and synthetic [D2]textures, force-fed in[A2]stead of the most beautiful
[Em]architecture [G] of our long [D2]lost, forgotten ori[A2]gins:
Unseen [Bm]fiber in the blood of my King
And that old rock where we confessed our [C]sins
[Em]Oh, my God, [G]fellow man
in [D2]this great land they [A2]all cry out for
full [Em]restoration and [G]this will take patience
And [D2]this will take the tribes and the [A2]tongues of all the nations
and [Em]all of creation [G]groans in antici[D2]pation
waitin' for the [A2]Son of God to be manifest
[Bm] I can feel it burnin' in my chest
liberation for the op[C]pressed
And it's [Em]beautiful like the [G]feet that bring good [D2]news...
Its beautiful [A2]like this freedom [Em]tune
Its beautiful [G]like the power to [D2]choose... to [A2]change
[Em]Beautiful like the [G]long awaited [D2]rain
Beautiful [A2]like the healing [Bm]pains
Beautiful like the holy flames... coming [C]down!
[Em]All c[G]reatures [D2]of our [A2]God and [Em]King
Lift [G]up your v[D2]oice and [A2]let us [Em]sing
O [G]Praise Him![D2] O P[A2]raise [Bm]Him!
Allelu[C]ia[Em]
No Capo
Key: Em
Chorus
[Em]All c[G]reatures [D2]of our [A2]God and [Em]King
Lift [G]up your v[D2]oice and [A2]let us [Em]sing
O [G]Praise Him![D2] O P[A2]raise [Bm]Him!
Allelu[C]ia
(Same chord progression continues all the way thru... You'll just have to listen
to the song for the full rhythm.)
[Em]Creation sent to me the [G]centipede to witness the
comp[D2]lexity of one hundred [A2]legs that were moving
unex[Em]pectedly, ironically, [G]just as they were meant to be,
they're [D2]fearfully and wonderfully [A2]made;
An organism [Em]praised in circadian [G]rhythms:
the sun will [D2]rise and then the sun will [A2]set, and then the sun will rise
a[Bm]gain, so lift up your head! this is life: not a static [C]object preserved and
dis[Em]played like a relic from the [G]dead
You are not a [D2]fruitless tree with a [A2]rootless disease
[Em]growin' in a bucket in a [G]rich man's home
[D2]next to the TV [A2]tamed and alone
[Em]learnin' to lust for the [G]things you don't own
like an [D2]arm-chair warrior who's [A2]been dethroned,
[Bm]declawed and fixed, fighting for you life with unattended slit [C]wrists.
[Em]Don't let your name get inter[G]mingled with the number
cause its [D2]time to awaken from the [A2]devilish slumber,
to [Em]freely follow the [G]Forerunner
to the father[D2]land and rally round the [A2]renaissance man
and the [Em]wisdom of His ways and all the [G]work of His hands
catch [D2]come as catch can [A2]
concentrating on the [Bm]good words of the Son of Man,
the plan is to withstand the demands of a [C]confused oppressor:
[Em] a wolf in sheep's [G]clothes
with monotonous [D2]lectures and questionable [A2]gestures
unequal [Em]measures cultural [G]pressures
and synthetic [D2]textures, force-fed in[A2]stead of the most beautiful
[Em]architecture [G] of our long [D2]lost, forgotten ori[A2]gins:
Unseen [Bm]fiber in the blood of my King
And that old rock where we confessed our [C]sins
[Em]Oh, my God, [G]fellow man
in [D2]this great land they [A2]all cry out for
full [Em]restoration and [G]this will take patience
And [D2]this will take the tribes and the [A2]tongues of all the nations
and [Em]all of creation [G]groans in antici[D2]pation
waitin' for the [A2]Son of God to be manifest
[Bm] I can feel it burnin' in my chest
liberation for the op[C]pressed
And it's [Em]beautiful like the [G]feet that bring good [D2]news...
Its beautiful [A2]like this freedom [Em]tune
Its beautiful [G]like the power to [D2]choose... to [A2]change
[Em]Beautiful like the [G]long awaited [D2]rain
Beautiful [A2]like the healing [Bm]pains
Beautiful like the holy flames... coming [C]down!
[Em]All c[G]reatures [D2]of our [A2]God and [Em]King
Lift [G]up your v[D2]oice and [A2]let us [Em]sing
O [G]Praise Him![D2] O P[A2]raise [Bm]Him!
Allelu[C]ia[Em]
