Pocket Full of Rocks - Worth everything

^DI took a l^Gook inside my h^Deart Trying to f^Gind a part ^D Is there^G anything ^D I could g^Give the King ^D Maybe there's ^Gsomething I've said ^D Maybe there's ^Gsomething I've done ^D Oh j^Gust anything ^D To make me o^Gne of the ones...^D.... He loves^{G D G D}

In desperat^Gion I stepped back ^D to se^Ge just what I had^D And to ^Gmy dismay all I saw ^D was a p^Gile of filthy rags ^D What was ^GI to say ^D What was ^GI to do ^D Now that ^GI stand here^D nothing^G I could give to You^F# And I hear Your^G voice call out my na^F#me And I listen c^Glose and I^A can hear You s^Day

You were w^Aorth everyth^Bming, you were ^Gloved by The King^D You were w^Aorth everyth^Bming, No there's n^Gothing you could bring^D You were wo^Arth it all the t^Bmime, I loved y^Gou all the while^D Hear the ^Aangels sin^Bmg ^G

^DYou stood on the^G edge of nothing^D And looked down^G and saw everything^D And before Y^Gou spoke a word^D The Father k^Gnew how it would be^D To give every^G man a Savior^D the ultimate^G sacrifice ^D The giving of ^Gwhat was most dear ^D The giving of ^GHis own son's life ^D and He s^Gaw that hill ^D and He s^Gaw that tree^D Oh and He^G saw the cross^D, it would o^Gne day be your o^F#wn And I hear His ^Gvoice call out your n^F#ame If you listen cl^Gose you can h^Aear Him sa^Dy