Keith Green - Until that final day

My fles^Gh is tired o^Df seeking G^Cod, ^G But on^Am my ^Cknees^D I'll stay. ^{G D} I w^Gant to be a^D pleasi^Emng child, ^A Until ^Gtha^Dt fi^Cnal ^Dday.^{G D} My mind^G is full of ^Dmany thou^Cghts ^G That clut^Amter ^Can^Dd confus^Ge. ^D But standin^Gg firm, I ^Dwill preva^Emil, ^A In fai^Gth tha^Dt I^C'll b^De use^Gd.

^CAmen! I'^Gm asking on^Fce again. ^Em Won't you he^Dmlp me my friend, Lord Jes^Cus. ^{Am D C}Holy ^GLord Spirit,^F set us free, ^Em From chains ^Dmwe cannot see, ^C Come release u^Ams. ^D

I wr^Gestle not wi^Dth flesh an^Cd blood, ^G My f^Amight^C is w^Dith the one, ^{G D} Who los^Gt the keys ^Dof hell^Em and death, ^A T^Go God's^D most ^Cpreciou^Ds son. ^{G D} One sle^Gepless night of^D anguished pra^Cyer, ^{G Am}I tr^Ciumph^Ded over ^Gsin. ^D On^Ge battle i^Dn the Holy^Em war, ^{A G}God's pro^Dmised me ^Cto wi^Dn. ^G

My fles^Gh is tired o^Df seeking G^Cod, ^G But on^Am my ^Cknees^D I'll stay. ^{G D} I w^Gant to be a^D pleasi^Emng child, ^A Until ^Gtha^Dt fi^Cnal ^Dday.^{G D}