John Mark McMillan - The road the rocks and the weeds

Come d^Eown from the stars, show your human scars T^C#m/Eell me what it's like to bel^Eieve Through my C^A/Ehrist haunted thoughts that the losses you bought Are the n^C#mights that you peopled with your ^B/D#dreams Well, ^A/EI've got no answers for heartbreaks or cancers But a S^C#mavior who suffers them with ^Eme ^B/D# Singing ^C#mgoodbye, Ol^Bympus, the h^Aeart of my M^Eaker Is spr^A/F#ead out on the road^B, the rocks, and the wee^Eds

Come d^Eown from your mountain, your high-rise apartment And t^C#mell me of the God you know who b^Eleeds And wh^F#mat to tell my daughter when she asks so many questions And I f^C#mail to fill her heaviness with p^Beace When I^A've got no answers for hurt knees or cancers But a ^C#mSavior who suffers them with ^Eme ^B/D# Singing g^C#moodbye, Ol^Bympus, the h^Aeart of my M^Eaker Is sprea^A/F#d out on the road^B, the rocks, and the wee^Eds

And ^F#mAphrodite would not weep, nor Z^Beus would suffer for the weak But ^Ehave you come to stand inside my p^Aain? And ^F#mall the things I've begged you for, et^Bernity and evermore Are h^Eidden with me h^B/D#ere beneath the r^C#main The ra^Bin

So ^Eshall I plant sequoias and revel in the soil Of a ^Ecrop I know I'll never live to reap? Then ^Bsow my ^C#mbody to my Ma^Bker, and my h^Aeart unto my s^Bavior And sp^Aread me on the road^B, the rocks, and the w^Eeeds Spr^Aead me on the r^Boad