John Mark McMillan - Baby son

We thought you’d c^Aome with a c^Erown of g^Aold A string of pe^Darls and a c^Eashmere r^Aobe We thought you’d c^F#mlinch and i^Eron f^Dist And rain like f^Eire ^Don the polit^Aics

But without a sw^Dord, no armored ^Aguard But common ^Eborn in mother’s a^Arms The governm^Dent now rests^F#m upon The shoulder’s o^Ef ^Dthis baby s^Aon

Have you no r^Aoom in^Eside your h^Aeart? The inn is fu^Dll, th^Ee out is ^Adark But upon pro^F#mfane shines ^Esacre^Dd sun Not ash^Eamed^D to be one of ^Aus

But without a sw^Dord, no armored ^Aguard But common ^Eborn in mother’s a^Arms The governm^Dent now rests^F#m upon The shoulder’s o^Ef ^Dthis baby s^Aon

Glor^Dia, Hall^Aelu Christ, the L^Eord We’ve longed for ^AYou Glo^Dria, Hal^F#mlelu Christ, th^Ee L^Dord We’ve longed for ^AYou

But without a sw^Dord, no armored ^Aguard But common ^Eborn in mother’s a^Arms The governm^Dent now rests^F#m upon The shoulder’s o^Ef ^Dthis baby s^Aon