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Isaiah 45 23 ukulele

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F

     F              F              F      
If my prayer be not humble make it so
         F                                       G7             F
In these last hours if the Spirit waits in check help me let it go
     Am                 F             A7             F
And should my suffering double let me never love You less
    F                        G7          F
Let every knee be bent, and every tongue confess


      G         G7             F            F
And I won't get better but someday I'll be free
           G        G7          F       F
Cause I am not this body that imprisons me


  F            F               F
I read the magazines somebody brought
F                              G7               F
Hold them to my failing eyes until my hands get hot
    Am                   F      A7                   F
And when the nurse comes in to change my sheets and clothes
     F                    G7              F
The pain begins to travel, dancing as it goes



      G         G7             F            F
And I won't get better but someday I'll be free
           G        G7          F       F
Cause I am not this body that imprisons me



A7  Dm7  G7  F   x4


    F               F                   F
If my prayer goes unanswered that's alright
    F                                    G7            F
If my path fills with darkness and there is no sign of light
       Am                 F                 A7                F
Let me praise You for the good times, let me hold Your banner high
F                                     G7             F
Until the hills are flattened and the rivers all run dry



      G         G7             F            F
And I won't get better but someday I'll be free
           G        G7          F       F
Cause I am not this body that imprisons me


A7  Dm7  G7  F  x4
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