Mack Brock - Into dust

^CIt wasn't ^Fmeant to be this w^Cay Broken be^Fneath the grief and p^Amain There's nothing l^Feft here

^CBut into my ^Fdust, You poured Your gr^Cace Lifted my ^Fhead and spoke my ^Amname You'll see me ^Fthrough this

You are the ^Cmaker of my heart You are the ^Ghealer of my scars God, I will ^Amtrust in who You ^Fare You are ^Cgood, You speak ^Glife Into ^Amdust ^{F Am F}

^CGod, You were ^Fhere right from the ^Cstart Holding each ^Fpiece that broke ^Amapart And I'll trust You ^Fthrough this

You are the ^Cmaker of my heart You are the ^Ghealer of my scars God, I will ^Amtrust in who You ^Fare You are ^Cgood, You speak ^Glife You are the ^CSavior of the world But carry the ^Gweight of all my hurt You are the ^Amgrace I don't des^Ferve You are ^Cgood, You speak ^Glife Into ^Cdust

^CTo the dust, You called my heart to ^Grise With Your breath in me, I am a^Amlive I will trust in ^FYou ^CI will lift my hands to the skies and ^Gsing All my hope in You, the King of ^AmKings I will trust in ^FYou

You are the ^Cmaker of my heart You are the ^Ghealer of my scars God, I will ^Amtrust in who You ^Fare You are ^Cgood, You speak ^Glife You are the ^CSavior of the world But carry the ^Gweight of all my hurt You are the ^Amgrace I don't des^Ferve You are ^Cgood, You speak ^Glife Into ^Amdust ^F

Into d^Amust ^F