Cifras
Isaiah 45:23

Tono: G

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           G                           C                           G 
If my prayer be not humble make it so
                   G                                                                             D7                         C 
In these last hours if the Spirit waits in check help me let it go
           Em                                 G                         B7                         C 
And should my suffering double let me never love You less
         G                                               D7                   G 
Let every knee be bent, and every tongue confess
             D                 D7                         C                       G 
And I won't get better but someday I'll be free
                       D               D7                   C             G 
Cause I am not this body that imprisons me
     G                       C                             G 
I read the magazines somebody brought
 G                                                           D7                             C 
Hold them to my failing eyes until my hands get hot
         Em                                     G           B7                                     C 
And when the nurse comes in to change my sheets and clothes
           G                                       D7                           G 
The pain begins to travel, dancing as it goes
             D                 D7                         C                       G 
And I won't get better but someday I'll be free
                       D               D7                   C             G 
Cause I am not this body that imprisons me

         G                             C                                     G 
If my prayer goes unanswered that's alright
         G                                                                       D7                       C 
If my path fills with darkness and there is no sign of light
               Em                                 G                                 B7                               C 
Let me praise You for the good times, let me hold Your banner high
 G                                                                         D7                         G 
Until the hills are flattened and the rivers all run dry
             D                 D7                         C                       G 
And I won't get better but someday I'll be free
                       D               D7                   C             G 
Cause I am not this body that imprisons me