Misc Praise Songs - John lucas - clearing stones

We ^Gcame to the wa^Dter ^ASinners all were ^Bmwe For we’d ^Gheard a man could be ^Dreborn And ^Athen he’d be set ^Bmfree Oh ^GI’ve never done ^Dhard time But ^AI’ve had a fe^Bmw And ^Gsome of the wrongs that ^DI have done ^AWould make you shift in your ^BmSunday pew And I am ^Goft’ intoxi^Dcated On ^Asorrow and my ^Bmshame And ^Gguilt makes a right fine ^Dprison cell When you’re ^Aafraid of your own ^Bmname

We ^Gcame to the stre^Dam of life As ^Aclear as glass and as ^Bmcold as ice And ^Gmy heart sank as I ^Dlooked in But I’d a ^Apint of faith and I’d ^Bmrolled my dice On the ^Gwater so sweet that was ^Djust ankle deep But ^Awe had prisons to ^Bmbury So we ^Grolled our clothes and ^Dbraced for the cold To ^Aleave all that we had to ^Bmcarry And we ^Gdammed the water that ^Dfrees the damned And we ^Adug the stones from the ^Bmriverbed In the ^Gstream of life we ^Dformed a coffin And I’d be ^Adamned if that water didn’t ^Bmcover my head

We ^Gdrowned the young and old in that ^Dsea of grace But ^Awe all rose the ^Bmsame We splashed like ^Gchildren, we did, in that ^Dsea of grace And we ^Adanced in the forest like ^Bmflames ^GGrace was enough and ^Dgrace is enough And ^Agrace always will ^Bmbe ^GMore than enough to change an ^Dold man young And an ^Aankle-deep stream to a ^Bmsea ^GGrace can’t be bought and ^Dgrace can’t be sold Not for the ^Awages of a thousand ^Bmdays ^GGrace is the gift of a ^DKing who longs For His ^Achildren to see they’re not ^Bmslaves And ^Ggrace gets deeper the ^Dmore you trust That the ^AKing is good and the ^BmKing is just And that ^Gnaked forgiveness is ^Dstronger than the ^Agrave And ^Gsometimes grace takes ^Dclearing stones With a ^Aweary heart and ^Bmaching bones To ^Gprove to that new ^Dchild it was worth it ^Aall

Roll ^Gaway the ^Dstones Roll ^Aaway the ^Bmstones Roll ^Gaway the ^Dstones And come ^Aalive