Shane & Shane - Fringes

^BmHe stretches o^Aut the n^Gorth over empty space ^BmAnd hangs t^Ahe earth on no^Gthing ^BmAnd how faint a w^Aord we even h^Gear of Him And yet our e^Bmyes and ears and minds get a^All the c^Gand??

I s^Bming for grace For gr^Aace it lets me s^Ging And all I've ever s^Bmeen or heard Or haven't seen or he^Aard It's His, there is no o^Gther ^D/F#All of t^D2his is but the fringes

And these are but the f^Bmringes And all t^Ahe world hi^Gnges On His gr^Bmace ^{A G Bm}He speaks th^Aings into b^Geing And the spoken things rev^Bmealing The glory ^Aof our G^God and King

^EO, I'm stum^Gbling upon things that aren't mine ^EAll the th^Gings He spoke to life before t^Eime Name o^Gne thing that's not, One law or thought He ta^Eught the clay, Molded it Be^Ghold, He called the sheep That's why they c^Eame ^GSheep who by grace get a peep