Praise The Lord

F C I used to shake you like an eight ball; I used to shoot you like a gun Dm A# I used to hold you like a hammer, tried to nail down everyone F C I used to keep you in a steeple; I used to bind you in a book Dm A# I used to take you like a scription', without knowing what I took C Dm A# And so I just don't buy it anymore C Dm A# No I try and I've tried to know everything for sure C Dm A# But I find I know less as I come to know you more C A# You're not who I thought you were, praise the Lord F C Your love's an ocean not a river, a symphony and not just a song Dm A# I don't think everybody's right, I just think most of us are wrong F C I think that when we get to heaven, we're gonna' laugh when we can see Dm A# How hard we tried to make it, and how easy it should be F C Because providence is endless, and mercy is a mystery Dm A# And fear is no good reason to believe in anything