Madness

F  C  G

F                              C
Shadows of doubt, stealing my sleep
                G               F
I'm wearing down without any relief
                              C
Tired eyes and a tangled up soul
              G            F
I’m feeling lost…I don’t know
                                    C
They keep on trying to soothe my grief
                G
But all that’s left is a borrowed
  F
Belief
                                  C
It’s truth I need, not another cliché
                G
Your word is my hope for a steady faith

     F
Your mysteries are madness
      G                Am
Yet still they keep me captive
     F
The more that I discover
     G               C
The more that I’m in wonder

F      G         Am
  Your ways (Your ways)
       C               F
Your ways are not my ways
        G               Am
Your thoughts (Your thoughts)
          C                 F
Your thoughts are not my thoughts
   G          Am              C
I want to understand, but I cannot
        F
Comprehend
G             F  C  G
  I’m so lost
       F    C  G
I'm so lost

F
This world’s so cruel, down to it’s
C
Core
                 G
I’m drowning in doubt like never before
F
I thought with time, the wounds would
     C
All heal
                   G
But still there’s days when they’re all
           F
That I feel
Yet the more I live, the more that I
 C
See
            G                  F
The hurt I have isn’t only on me
You can feel it too, and know what I
  C
Need
              G
An anchored rock in a wicked sea

F
Your mysteries are madness
       G                  Am
Yet still they keep me captive
     F
The more that I discover
      G                 C
The more that I’m in wonder

F      G         Am
  Your ways (Your ways)
       C               F
Your ways are not my ways
        G               Am
Your thoughts (Your thoughts)
          C                 F
Your thoughts are not my thoughts
   G          Am              C
I want to understand, but I cannot
        F
Comprehend
G
  I’m so lost
( G  Am  F )

G              Am              F
Sometimes I wish, I never was born
To feel the sting of a merciless world
G             Am                  F
The constant ache, of all of this
Grief
Pressing me down but it’s never defeat
G              Am
Cause when I’ve reached, the end of my
 F
Years
I’ll lift from the grave and I’ll bury
My tears
G          Am               F
And I will see You face to face
With brand-new eyes and a finished faith
( G  Am  F )

F      G         Am
  Your ways (Your ways)
       C               F
Your ways are not my ways
        G               Am
Your thoughts (Your thoughts)
          C                 F
Your thoughts are not my thoughts
   G          Am              C
I want to understand, but I cannot
        F
Comprehend
G             F  C  G
  I’m so lost

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