Nichole Nordeman - Dear me

^BbmDear Me ... This is a ^Gbletter to the gi^Dbrl I used to b^Abe ^BbmDear Me ... There are s^Gbome things that you should k^Dbnow ^{Ab Bbm}It's not my intention to ^Gbembarr^Dbass or to s^Abhame you What's ^Bbminside the rear-view mirr^Gbor is closer ^Dbthan it ^Abappears ^BbmWe do the best that ^Gbwe know how, wit^Dbh what we have been giv^Aben A^Bbmnd the difference between ^Gbyou and I is, I've^Db been given t^Abime ^BbmIn tim^Gbe, you'll s^Dbee

^BbmDear Me … This is a lett^Gber to the gi^Dbrl I used to^Ab be ^BbmSome things are not as sim^Gbple as we sai^Dbd ^{Ab Bbm}Remember when we t^Gbhought there were a ha^Dbndful of some mag^Abic words to^Bbm pray ^GbA guarantee and a down pa^Dbyment on a man^Absion ^BbmRemember all the rules we made ^Dbabout the Body and ^Abthe Blood ^BbmThe hoops we made them ^Gbjump through. ^DbThough He offer^Abs it to e^Bbmveryone ^GbI'm so so^Dbrry

^BbmDo you remember now the t^Gbhings I sa^Dbid I thought that I de^Abserved ^BbmMy flag, and sa^Gbfety, a place to learn ^DbThe things I know I didn't earn ^BbmAnd bless their hearts, I'^Gbm sure it's hard ^DbBut handouts don't help anyone ^AbAnd all the talk^Bbm about the s^Gbystem ^DbI sure hope ^Absomeone can fix the^Bbmm ^GbI said tho^Dbse things

^CmDear Me … This is a lett^Aber to the ^Ebgirl I used to ^Bbbe ^CmYou'll see, you're gonna t^Abake the long w^Ebay ^BbAnd th^Cmere is nothing yo^Abu could do or sa^Eby to se^Bbparate you ^BbFrom the ^Cmlove of God wh^Abo made you just exactly as He ^Bbmeant to And ^Cmyou cannot im^Abagine all the plac^Ebes you'll see Jesus ^Bb But you'll^Cm find Him every^Abwhere you thought He was^Ebn't supposed to go So, go!.. Go!..

And h^Ebold all the mothers, whose babies bleed from bullet holes And f^Abeel all the hunger, the bellies and the bones ^CmShout for the prisoner, cry for justice, loud and long ^AbAnd march with the victims, as Jesus marches on ^EbAnd sit at all the tables, 'cause ^FmJesus eats with everyone ^GmAnd dance to the music, if ^Abyou can't sing its native tongue ^CmAnd cry for the wombs, t^Gmhe mothers and the empty arms ^AbAnd hold high the warriors, fighting now for freedoms' song

^EbAnd love, love, love, love Like it's your own blood ^AbAnd love, love, love, love As you have been loved ^BbLove, ^Cmlove, love, love Like it's your own blood ^GmLove, love, love, love As you have been loved ^EbLove, love, love, love, love ^GmLike [you have been?] ^AbLove, love, love, love, love It's all about love! ^CmLove, love, love, love, love ^GmHis name is ^Ablove Love, love, love, love, love

^CmDear Me … You did not l^Abearn this in a ^Ebday or two or thre^Bbe ^CmSo ask a lot of^Ab que^Ebstions^{Bb Cm}But Jesus l^Aboves us, t^Ebhis I kn^Bbow ^CmAnd there are no exc^Abeptions