Jars of Clay - There is a river

There is a ^Csusriver that washes you clea^Cn There is a ^Csustree that marks the places you've b^Ceen Blood that was spill^Amed, although not your ow^Dn, For all of your tea^Amrs, are the wag^Csuses for things you have do^Cne ^CAnd all of those nigh^Amts Spent alon^Ce in the darkness of your mi^Gnd ^CsusGive it up, Let go^{Em Am C}These are things you were never meant^G to shoulder

There is a ri^Csusver that washes you clea^Cn There is a tr^Csusee that marks the places you've be^Cen Blood that was spill^Amed, although not your o^Dwn For all of those t^Csusears, love will aton^Ge

So, give up the rig^Amht To co^Csusntrol the waves that empty out your li^Cfe Above wild ski^Ames Are the ra^Csusys that break the shadows we desig^Gn

Give i^Csust up, let ^Emgo ^Am These ^Csusare things you were never meant to shoulde^Cr Give i^Csust up, let g^Go

^CsusI know the world can^Em turn in different ^Amways ^CsusMost of the time, we'^Emre simply hanging^Am on ^CsusAnd under the signs of ho^Emw we all be^Amhave ^CsusWe might find the place where we bel^Gong

There is a riv^Csuser that washes you clea^Cn There is a tre^Csuse that marks the places you've bee^Cn Blood that was spill^Amed, although not your ow^Dn For all of these th^Csusings, love will aton^Ce For all of those ni^Csusghts, that you cried all alon^Ce For all of your t^Csusears, love will aton^Ce