Amber Brooks - Like you promised

^Dm Stir the stagnant w^C/Gaters of my so^Ful, ^Dm Merge me with Your ^C/Griver which brings l^Fife, ^Dm I don’t have all the^C/G right words to say, That will pr^Fovoke Y^Cou to w^Dmant me, Anym^Fore, than You ^Dmalready ^Cdo

Won’t You c^Bbome Come like You p^Cromised Pour out Your Sp^Dmirit, Pour out Your Sp^Firit

^Dm Come into my ^C/Gdarkness where I h^Fide, ^Dm Pull me into your ^C/Garms, your arms of p^Feace ^DmReaching past my ^C/Ghiding, Oh, r^Feach out ^Cto my r^Dmunning, Oh, L^Ford, come fi^Dmll my soul with Your l^Cove

You l^Bbove like a Father, You ^C/Glove like a brother You l^Dmove like a Lion, F^Fierce like no other You v^Bbiolently chase me d^Cown, to embrace me Engu^Dmlf me, in who You a^Fre