Misc Your Songs - Keith broyles - born anew

^GNo hope in life, It’s ^Am7hard to ^Gtrust ^GNo peace ^Emwithin, is ^Am7our God ^D7just? ^D7No ^Am7joy in ^Glife, no ^Am7room for ^Gpraise ^GWhen ^Am7all seems ^Dlost, love’s ^Clight is ^Graised.

^GWhen Gabriel spoke, she ^Am7stoped to ^Ghear, ^GWould she trust ^EmGod, let go ^Am7of f^D7ear? ^D7This ^Am7would be ^Ghard, she’d ^Am7yet to ^Gwed, ^GBut, “^Am7may my ^Dlife, ^Cbe as you ^Gsaid.”

^GJoseph did dream, ^Am7the angel ^Gsaw, ^GHis ^Emheart was ^Am7hurt, his spirit ^D7raw. ^D7Still, ^Am7he’d say ^Gyes, it ^Am7was God’s ^Gcall, ^GHe did ^Am7his ^Dpart, ^CGod saved us ^Gall.

^GThe sheep and cows, were^Am7 first to ^Gsee, ^GThe shepherds ^Emcame, hearts ^Am7filled with ^D7glee. ^D7The magi ^Am7brought, ^Ggifts of ^Am7great ^Gprice, ^GThe ^Am7gold and ^Dmyrrh, and g^Cifts of ^Gspice.

^GHe came for me, ^Am7he came for ^Gyou. ^GOur sins in ^Emlife, f^Am7orgive he’ll ^D7do. ^D7This ^Am7Christmas ^Gmay, we ^Am7see things ^Gthrough, ^GThat^Am7 in our ^Dhearts, He’ll ^Cbe born ^Ganew.

^GThat^Am7 in our ^Dhearts, He’ll ^Cbe born ^Ganew.