words and music by Mitch McVicker and Rich Mullins
Your wo[G]rd is plain as the nose up[C]on my face
And it wi[G]ll remain when all else fa[C]des away
And in the m[Em]idst of change there's[C] one thing that stays the s[D]ame
So I walk b[G]y faith though I'm scare[C]d to even hope
That I can [G]learn to love as my he[C]art unfolds
But somet[Em]imes I just need an an[D]gel
To tell [C]me not to be afr[D]aid
Chorus
[Em]>From out of now[G]here from out of the [C]blue
These clouds like h[D]oly prophets groan and m[Em]ove
On the w[G]inds of love and r[C]age
[Em]So come Lord and w[G]ash me clean in your ps[C]alm
Until it sink[D]s deep down into my b[Em]ones
As I st[G]and in the gentle [C]fall
Of the gospel r[G]ain
And every l[G]eaf that falls is a kind of bu[C]rning bush
And I can h[G]ear your call when I s[C]top to look
You tell [Em]me you're there whatever ha[D]ppens
And I he[C]ar the trees clappin' their h[D]ands
Chorus
(capo 2nd fret for key change)
And the wo[G]rd you speak is in the a[C]ir I breathe
It reach[G]es deep and somethin' m[C]oves inside of [D]me
Chorus
Copyright1998 White Plastic Bag Music / Liturgy Legacy Music
All rights reserved. Lyrics reprinted by permission.
Your wo[G]rd is plain as the nose up[C]on my face
And it wi[G]ll remain when all else fa[C]des away
And in the m[Em]idst of change there's[C] one thing that stays the s[D]ame
So I walk b[G]y faith though I'm scare[C]d to even hope
That I can [G]learn to love as my he[C]art unfolds
But somet[Em]imes I just need an an[D]gel
To tell [C]me not to be afr[D]aid
Chorus
[Em]>From out of now[G]here from out of the [C]blue
These clouds like h[D]oly prophets groan and m[Em]ove
On the w[G]inds of love and r[C]age
[Em]So come Lord and w[G]ash me clean in your ps[C]alm
Until it sink[D]s deep down into my b[Em]ones
As I st[G]and in the gentle [C]fall
Of the gospel r[G]ain
And every l[G]eaf that falls is a kind of bu[C]rning bush
And I can h[G]ear your call when I s[C]top to look
You tell [Em]me you're there whatever ha[D]ppens
And I he[C]ar the trees clappin' their h[D]ands
Chorus
(capo 2nd fret for key change)
And the wo[G]rd you speak is in the a[C]ir I breathe
It reach[G]es deep and somethin' m[C]oves inside of [D]me
Chorus
Copyright1998 White Plastic Bag Music / Liturgy Legacy Music
All rights reserved. Lyrics reprinted by permission.