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| D | A7 | |
| Something beautiful, | something good; |
| Em | Em7 | A7 | D | D7 | |
| All my con- | fusion | He under- | stood. |
| G | |
| All I had to offer Him |
| F#7/A | Bm | |
| Was broken- | ness and | strife, |
| G6 | D/A | A7 | D | G/D | D | |
| But | He made | something | beautiful of my | life. |
| VERSE: |
| D | DM7 | |
| If there ever were | dreams |
| D6 | Ddim | |
| That were | lofty and | noble |
| Em7 | A7 | |
| They were my dreams at the | start |
| Em | |
| And the | hopes for life's best |
| Em7 | A7 | |
| Were the | hopes that I | harbored |
| G/D | D | |
| Down deep in my | heart |
| DM7 | |
| But my dreams turned to | ashes |
| D7 | |
| My | castles all crumbled |
| G | G6 | |
| My | fortune turned to | loss |
| Bm | E7 | Bm7 | E7 | |
| So I | wrapped it | all in the | rags of my | life |
| Em7/A | A7 | |
| And | laid it at the | cross |
| (REPEAT CHORUS) |
| © 1971 by William J. Gaither. All rights reserved. |
