Misc Your Songs - Thomas grant - christ has come

^AmI found^G your l^Fove, ^AmBuried ^GWithin ^Fme ^AmA beaut^Giful fe^Feling, One that I ^Gcan't d^Cescribe ^AmYour Wo^Grd has c^Falled me,^Am out of^G the da^Frkest place ^CYou ^GBroke the ^Fchains, That I could^G never ^Cbreak

^CYour all I want, (your)^Em all I need ^CAll I have, is ^Gin your hands ^AmMy soul cries out, to ^Fyour great name ^CChrist has ^Gcome ^Ctoday

^AmMy Soul^G is los^Ft, ^Amin this b^Gurning f^Fire ^AmDeath can ^Gnever exti^Fnguish, your ^Gburining de^Csire ^AmHis N^Game is h^Fealer,^Am of our ^Gdeepest s^Fcars

^CYour all I want, (your)^Em all I need ^CAll I have, is ^Gin your hands ^AmMy soul cries out, to ^Fyour great name ^CChrist has c^Gome toda^Cy

^AmThe mountain is h^Figh, the oceans are ^Cwide My life is dow^Gncast before me ^Am By His own p^Fower and holy s^Ctrength He has ^Gwon the victory