All Creatures Chords by Josh Garrels

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[Em] _ [D] Oh creatures [Bm] of [Em] our God and King, [F#] lift up [Em] your [D] voice and let [Em] us sing.
[D] Oh praise Him, [Em] oh praise [Bm] Him, _ _ _ [Am] _ [G] Alleluia. _
[Em] Creation sent to me the [Bm] centipede to witness the complexity of [A] 100 legs that were [Em] moving unexpectedly, [Am] ironically, [C] just as they were [Em] meant to be.
They're fearfully and [D] wonderfully made in [Em] organism, raised in circadian [Bm] rhythms.
Sun will rise and then the sun will set and then the sun will rise again.
So lift up your head, [Am] this is life.
[Em] Monostatic object, preserved in display like a relic of the dead.
You are not a [D] fruitless [F#m] tree with the rudest [Em] seeds, growing in a bucket in a rich man's home.
[Bm] Next to the [D] TV, tamed and [Em] alarmed, learning to love through the things [G] you don't [E] own, like an [Bm] armchair warrior who's [E] been throned.
[Bm] Declared and fixed, [Am] fighting for your life with unattended slit [G] wrists.
[Em] Don't let your name get [G] intermingled with the [Em] normal, cause it's [D] how I'm too [F#m] awakened from the devilish [Em] slumber.
To freely follow the [C] forerunner to [Bm] the fatherland and rally round the [D] renaissance [Em] man.
And the wisdom of his ways and all the [D] work of his [Em] hands, sketched on [D] the [E] sketchpad.
[Bm] Concentrating on the good words of the son of man, the [C] pranist who withstands the demands of a confused [Em] oppressor.
A wolf in sheep's [Bm] clothes with [Em] monotonous [D] lectures and questionable [F#m] gestures.
[Em] Unequal measures, virtual pressures, and synthetic textures.
[D] Forced bed, instead of the most [Em] beautiful architecture of our long [Bm] lost forgotten origins.
Where it's seen fiber in the blood of my king, in [F#] that old rock where we confessed our [Em] sins.
Oh my God, fellow man, in [D] this great [F#m] land, they all cried out [Em] for full restoration.
[C] And this will take [G] patience, and this [D] will take the jobs in the tongues of all the [Em] nations.
And all of creation, [Bm] brumbling [Em] anticipation, [D] [F#m] weeping for the son of God to be [Bm] manifest.
I can feel it burning in my [Am] chest, the liberation for the oppressed.
[Em] And it's beautiful like the feet [D] that bring good news.
It's [A] beautiful like this freedom [Em] tune.
It's [F#] beautiful like the power [Em] to [D] choose, to change.
[Em] Beautiful like the long [Bm] awaited [D] rain.
[A] Beautiful like the healing [Bm] pains.
Beautiful like the holy [F#] [C] flames.
Coming down, [Em] _ all [D] creatures of [F#m] our God [Em] and King.
[F#] Lift up your [D] voice and let [Em] us sing.
Oh praise Him, [F#m] oh praise [Bm] Him.
_ _ _ [Am] Alleluia. _ _
[Em] _ [D] All creatures of [Em] our God and King.
[F#] Lift up [Em] your [D] voice and let [Em] us sing.
[D] Oh praise Him, [A] oh praise [Bm] Him.
_ _ [C] Alleluia. _ _ _
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