Andrew Peterson - Far country

Father Abra^Aham Do you remem^Aber when You were cal^Dled to a land And didn't know the ^Dway

'Cause we are wanderi^Ang In a foreign la^And We are chi^Dldren of the Promise of the fai^Dth

And I l^F#mong to find it Can you fe^Eel it, too? That the s^Dun that's shining Is a shadow of the tr^Duth

This is a f^Aar country, this is a f^Dar country Not my ho^Ame ^D

In the dark ^Aof the night I can feel the shad^Aows all around me Co^Dld shadows in the corners of my he^Dart

But the heart of the fi^Aght Is not in the fle^Ash but in the spirit And the spi^Drit's got me shaking in the da^Drk

And I lon^F#mg to go there I can fe^Eel the truth I can hea^Dr the promise Of the angels of the m^Doon

This is a f^Aar country, it's jus^Dt a far country Not my ho^F#mme, not my hom^Ee

I can^F#m see in the strip malls and the phone calls The fla^F#mming swords of Eden In the fa^Dst cash and the news flash And the ho^Drn blast of war In the si^Gn-fraught cities of the dy^Ging and the dead Like ste^Bmel-wrought graveyards where the wi^Bmcked never rest To the h^F#migh and lonely mountain in the gro^Eaning wilderness We ac^Dhe for what is lost As we ^Bmwait for the holy God Of Father Abrah^Aam, oh Father Abrah^Dam

I was m^F#made to g^Eo there Out of this f^Aar country ^F#m To my ho^Eme, to m^Ay h^Dome This is a f^Aar country, it's just a fa^Dr country Not my hom^Ae, oh Father Abrah^Dam And I lon^Ag to go there ^D