Friend Of God

D Dsus2 Asus4 D Dsus2 Asus4 D G D They say a pure heart and gracious speech D Bm A D Can cause you to have friendship with kings D G D And wherever your treasure is, there lies your heart D Bm A D Set on the invisible or tangible things D G D Now friendship in this life is hard to come by D Bm A D Old standards and morals have crumbled D G D But I’ve found a friend much to my delight D Bm A D Sticks even closer than brothers Em G D A But I’d trade it all, even mountains of diamonds Em G D A To sing before kings would not sway me at all Em G D A My time which is precious, I’d pour out like oil D A A D Foolish perhaps, but then maybe not D A A D Oh to be the friend of God D G D Because I was starving on the inside D Bm A D Made me aware of the famine around me D G D I was starving for love no human could give D Bm A D And then You wrapped Your arms around me D G D And you silently slayed all my old affections D Bm A D And you loudly displayed your love in my being D G D You offended my my mind but you revealed my heart D Bm A D And you saw right through the religion A D Kept no record of what I’d done wrong D D/E D/F# G D/F# You never condemned me so I gave my - self up Em G D A To be your slave, branded forever Em G D A With your chains of freedom surrounding my heart Em G D A And you’ll find me watching at the colouring of dawn D A A D Silently waiting for your shadow to fall D A A D Waiting to be the friend of God D G D From ashes to ashes and dust to dust D Bm A D Every cradle will one day swing over the grave D G D What will you choose with your last breath of freedom D Bm A D For death seldom sleeps long at all these days D G D It is better to have a heart without words D Bm A D Than to have words without a heart D G D You were wounded by words in the house of your friends D Bm A D I can’t say that I don’t know the feeling A D But here’s a man that’s broken and bruised D D/E D/F# G D/F# I’m holding out my hand for a friendship that’s true Em G D A You see I’d trade it all, even mountains of diamonds Em G D A To sing before kings would not sway me at all Em G D A My time which is precious, I’d pour out like oil D A A D Foolish perhaps, but then maybe not D A A D Oh to be the friend of God