Andrew Peterson - Come lord jesus

^C#mTonight in the line of the merchandise store While they were packing up my b^Bags ^A I saw the pi^C#mctures of the prophets of the picket signs Screaming, "God h^Eates f^Aags"

And it f^C#meels like the church isn't anything more Then the se^Acond coming of the Pha^F#mrisees, y^Aah Scr^C#mubbing each other 'til their tombs are white They chisel epitaphs of pi^Aety

Oh, there's a bu^Erning down inside of me 'Cause the battle seems so l^C#most ^{A E B} And it's ra^Eging on so silently We forget it's being fo^Aught ^{E B A}

So, A^Emen Come, Lord Je^Esus Am^Aen Oh, A^Emen Please come Lord Je^Esus Am^Aen

It's taken me ye^Ears in the race just to get this far Still there is no end in si^Bght There's no end in si^Aght 'Cause I've car^Eried my cross into dens of the wicked And you know I blended in just fi^Ane

Well, I'm w^Eeak and I'm weary of breaking His heart With they cycle of my s^Bin, of my s^Ain Still He tu^Erns His face to me and I kiss it Just to betra^Ay Him once again

Well, I've got oc^Eeans down inside of me I can feel the billows r^C#moll ^{A E B} With the me^Ercy that comes thundering O'er the waters of my s^C#moul ^{A E B A}

So I say, Am^Een Come, Lord Je^Esus Am^Aen Oh, Am^Een So Come, Lord Je^Esus Am^Aen

Toni^Eght in the light of the gathering rain I could hear creation gr^Boan ^A And a s^Eigh rose up from the streets of the city To the foot of Heaven's th^Arone

Oh, and the pe^Eople hear the sound of a sweet refrain An absolution in the fr^Bay, in the f^Aray It tells of the de^Eath of the one for the lives of the many More than any picket sign could s^Aay

So, Am^Een Come, Lord Je^Esus A^Amen Oh, Am^Een So come, Lord J^Eesus Am^Aen Oh, Am^Een Come, Lord Je^Esus A^Amen Please Come, Lord Je^Asus ^EAmen Come, Lord Je^Esus Am^Aen