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[INTRO]
[C#m]
[VERSE 1]
[C#m]Tonight in the line of the merchandise store
While they were packing up my b[B]ags [A]
I saw the pi[C#m]ctures of the prophets of the picket signs
Screaming, "God h[E]ates f[A]ags"
And it f[C#m]eels like the church isn't anything more
Then the se[A]cond coming of the Pha[F#m]risees, y[A]ah
Scr[C#m]ubbing each other 'til their tombs are white
They chisel epitaphs of pi[A]ety
[PRECHORUS]
Oh, there's a bu[E]rning down inside of me
'Cause the battle seems so l[C#m]ost [A] [E] [B]
And it's ra[E]ging on so silently
We forget it's being fo[A]ught [E] [B] [A]
[CHORUS]
So, A[E]men
Come, Lord Je[E]sus
Am[A]en
Oh, A[E]men
Please come Lord Je[E]sus
Am[A]en
[VERSE 2]
It's taken me ye[E]ars in the race just to get this far
Still there is no end in si[B]ght
There's no end in si[A]ght
'Cause I've car[E]ried my cross into dens of the wicked
And you know I blended in just fi[A]ne
Well, I'm w[E]eak and I'm weary of breaking His heart
With they cycle of my s[B]in, of my s[A]in
Still He tu[E]rns His face to me and I kiss it
Just to betra[A]y Him once again
[PRECHORUS]
Well, I've got oc[E]eans down inside of me
I can feel the billows r[C#m]oll [A] [E] [B]
With the me[E]rcy that comes thundering
O'er the waters of my s[C#m]oul [A] [E] [B] [A]
[CHORUS]
So I say, Am[E]en
Come, Lord Je[E]sus
Am[A]en
Oh, Am[E]en
So Come, Lord Je[E]sus
Am[A]en
[VERSE 3]
Toni[E]ght in the light of the gathering rain
I could hear creation gr[B]oan [A]
And a s[E]igh rose up from the streets of the city
To the foot of Heaven's th[A]rone
Oh, and the pe[E]ople hear the sound of a sweet refrain
An absolution in the fr[B]ay, in the f[A]ray
It tells of the de[E]ath of the one for the lives of the many
More than any picket sign could s[A]ay
[CHORUS]
So, Am[E]en
Come, Lord Je[E]sus
A[A]men
Oh, Am[E]en
So come, Lord J[E]esus
Am[A]en
Oh, Am[E]en
Come, Lord Je[E]sus
A[A]men
Please Come, Lord Je[A]sus
[E]Amen
Come, Lord Je[E]sus
Am[A]en
[E]
[C#m]
[VERSE 1]
[C#m]Tonight in the line of the merchandise store
While they were packing up my b[B]ags [A]
I saw the pi[C#m]ctures of the prophets of the picket signs
Screaming, "God h[E]ates f[A]ags"
And it f[C#m]eels like the church isn't anything more
Then the se[A]cond coming of the Pha[F#m]risees, y[A]ah
Scr[C#m]ubbing each other 'til their tombs are white
They chisel epitaphs of pi[A]ety
[PRECHORUS]
Oh, there's a bu[E]rning down inside of me
'Cause the battle seems so l[C#m]ost [A] [E] [B]
And it's ra[E]ging on so silently
We forget it's being fo[A]ught [E] [B] [A]
[CHORUS]
So, A[E]men
Come, Lord Je[E]sus
Am[A]en
Oh, A[E]men
Please come Lord Je[E]sus
Am[A]en
[VERSE 2]
It's taken me ye[E]ars in the race just to get this far
Still there is no end in si[B]ght
There's no end in si[A]ght
'Cause I've car[E]ried my cross into dens of the wicked
And you know I blended in just fi[A]ne
Well, I'm w[E]eak and I'm weary of breaking His heart
With they cycle of my s[B]in, of my s[A]in
Still He tu[E]rns His face to me and I kiss it
Just to betra[A]y Him once again
[PRECHORUS]
Well, I've got oc[E]eans down inside of me
I can feel the billows r[C#m]oll [A] [E] [B]
With the me[E]rcy that comes thundering
O'er the waters of my s[C#m]oul [A] [E] [B] [A]
[CHORUS]
So I say, Am[E]en
Come, Lord Je[E]sus
Am[A]en
Oh, Am[E]en
So Come, Lord Je[E]sus
Am[A]en
[VERSE 3]
Toni[E]ght in the light of the gathering rain
I could hear creation gr[B]oan [A]
And a s[E]igh rose up from the streets of the city
To the foot of Heaven's th[A]rone
Oh, and the pe[E]ople hear the sound of a sweet refrain
An absolution in the fr[B]ay, in the f[A]ray
It tells of the de[E]ath of the one for the lives of the many
More than any picket sign could s[A]ay
[CHORUS]
So, Am[E]en
Come, Lord Je[E]sus
A[A]men
Oh, Am[E]en
So come, Lord J[E]esus
Am[A]en
Oh, Am[E]en
Come, Lord Je[E]sus
A[A]men
Please Come, Lord Je[A]sus
[E]Amen
Come, Lord Je[E]sus
Am[A]en
[E]
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