A Man Like Me

G Cadd9 G Am G I don't have that much to give, Am or so it seems. D Just a farm kid from the country is G Cadd9 G all I thought I'd ever be. G But he saved me and he spoke to me Cadd9 G Am to share the gospel truth. C G And I wonder why he chose me; Am D there's so little I can do. Cadd9 G There's so man stories Am G throughout the bible that I read. Am G His purpose is fulfilled Cadd9 by the simplest of things G Cadd9 G Am If he can use some rugged wood and those three old rusty nails, D Cadd2 C G if he can use the fallen walls inside of pagan Roman jails, G Cadd9 G Am if he can use a storm-tossed fishing boat on the Sea of Galilee, C G Am G he can use a simple searching wounded hurtin' broken man like me. Instr Break G G Am C G When I was lost I sowed my oats. Am Reaped more than a few. D But since God reached out to me, G Cadd9 G I've learned a thing or two G It's not the tools he uses Cadd9 G Am It's the power in his touch. C G I remind myself when I start thinking Cadd9 I'm not all that much. G Cadd9 G Am If he can use some rugged wood and those three old rusty nails, D Cadd2 C G if he can use the fallen walls inside of pagan Roman jails, G Cadd9 G Am if he can use a storm-tossed fishing boat on the Sea of Galilee, C G Am G he can use a simple searching wounded hurtin' broken man like me. Instr Break C G G Am Oh, I'm not the greatest man, D but I don't have to be. G Cadd9 G Am If he can use some rugged wood and those three old rusty nails, D Cadd2 C G if he can use the fallen walls inside of pagan Roman jails, G Cadd9 G Am if he can use a storm-tossed fishing boat on the Sea of Galilee, C G Am G he can use a simple searching wounded hurtin' broken man like me.