Chords for Michael Card-Scribbling in the Sand

Midst a mob of madmen, she [C] stood frightened and alone. _ _
[G] As hate-filled voices hissed at him [Bb] that she should now be stoned. _ _
[Ab] But in the air around [Eb] him hung [Gm] a vast and wordless love. _ _
[Eb] Who knows what luminous lesson _ he was in the middle of.
[Bb] _ _ _
[C] At first he faced the [Cm] fury _ [F] of their self [Bb]-righteous scorn. _ _
[C] But then he stooped and at once [Cm] became the calm eye of the storm. _ _
[Ab] It was his wordless [Eb] answer to [Gm] their dark and cruel demand. _ _
[Ab] A lifetime in a moment as [Eb] he [Bb] scribbled in the sand. _ _ _
_ _ It was [F] silence, it was [Eb] _ music, it [Bb] was art, it was absurd.
_ _ [Gm] He stooped and shouted [Eb] volumes without [Bb] saying a single [F] word.
_ The same [Dm] finger of the [Eb] strong hand [Bb] that had written ten _
[C] commands.
_ _ For _ _
[Gm] now [Bb] _ [Eb] assembly's scribbling in the [C] sand.
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[Cm] Within the space of space and [G] time he scribbled in the sand. _ _
They came to hear [C] and see as much [F] as they could [Bb] understand. _ _
[Ab] Now bound by cords of kindness [Eb] they [Gm] couldn't cast a single stone. _
[Ab] And Jesus and the woman found [Eb] that they were all [Bb] alone. _ _ _
_ _ It [F] was silence, it [Eb] was music, [Bb] it was art, it was absurd.
_ _ [Gm] He stooped and shouted volumes without [Bb] saying a single [F] word.
_ The [Dm] same finger of [Eb] the strong hand [Bb] that had written ten [C] commands. _ _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] For now [F] _ [Eb] assembly's scribbling in the [Bb] sand. _ _ _ _ _
[Cm] Could that same [C] finger [Cm] come and trace [Gm] my [G] soul's sacred sand? _
[Cm] And make some unexpected _ space [Gm] where I [G] could _ understand.
That [Ab] my own _ condemnation [Eb] pierced and [Fm] broke that gentle [Eb] hand. _ _
[Bb] That scratched the words [Eb] I'll never know [Bb] written in the [F] sand. _ _ _
_ _ It was silence, it [Eb] was music, _ [Bb] it was art, it was absurd.
_ [F] _ [Gm] He stooped and shouted [Eb] volumes without [Bb] saying a single [F] word.
_ The [Dm] same finger of [Eb] the strong hand [Bb] that had written ten [C] _ _ commands. _ _ _
[Gm] For now [F] _ [Eb] assembly's scribbling in the [Bb] sand.
_ _ _ But that's the [D] moment, that's where scribbling in the sand comes [Eb] from.
It's this idea that art [Bb] is something that's [Fm] unexpected and creative
and creates a space and time [C] where we can hear God.
[Gm] For now [F] _
[Eb] assembly's scribbling in [Bb] the sand. _ _
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