Finding You

            C   F       C
I’m finding you in every room.
          Am              F              C
On every floor I walk it seems I’ve been consumed
            C   F                  C
By all your love and your precious grace
               Am                 F                 C
Once bound for hell, now found to dwell in Christ’s embrace.

            C   F        C
I’m finding you in ocean waves
             Am             F                  C
It seems the mountains only stand to seek your face
              C     F        C
And I stand so small beneath your skies
           Am                   F             C
A helpless worm you’ve made the apple of your eye

    Am             F             C
And I just want to say how much I love you
     Am            F                C
When all I have is love you gave to me.
     Am           F           C                   G              Am             F               C
So all that I can offer up is filthy hands and an empty cup and ask my gracious Father for more drink

            C   F       C
I’m finding you in grassy plains.
            Am                 F              C
It fills my heart to know that you grew every blade.
            C   F                       C
The Lillies grow but they don’t toil or spin
           Am                F                 C
And I’m in awe. How much you love me more than them.

    Am             F             C
And I just want to say how much I love you
     Am            F                C
When all I have is love you gave to me.
     Am           F           C                   G              Am             F               C
So all that I can offer up is filthy hands and an empty cup and ask my gracious Father for more drink

Am                                F
Test my every thought and tell me what needs to be changed
           C
Search the caves inside my heart.
             G
Pull out the dark and wicked things.
         Am
Burn the idols where they stand.
              C
Tear down the altars in your place.
           F                             G
Rip out my eyes if I lose sight so I can someday see your face.

    Am             F             C
And I just want to say how much I love you
     Am            F                C
When all I have is love you gave to me.
     Am           F           C                   G              Am             F               C
So all that I can offer up is filthy hands and an empty cup and ask my gracious Father for more drink

            C   F           C
You found in me no ounce of Good.
             Am                F                  C
The lamb was slaughtered as he prayed for all the wolves.
             C      F             C
And my guilty stains now white as snow.
            Am                F                   C
I’m not the saint you needed, just the wretch you chose.

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