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The Parables of Jesus

Material Wealth

Track 7

G#m                D#m7 Gold on the table, grain in the dark Dmaj6            C#m7 Counting the comfort, F#7E covering the heart Bmaj7                   D#m7 He looked across his crowded barns and said, I need them higher C#m7 I’ll pull them down and build again, F#m7 and keep the years from fire Bmaj7                D#m7 Soul, take your ease eat, drink, be glad                    E The future’s in my hands     G#m7 But midnight spoke his hidden name F#m7 Tonight your soul is required C#7                    C#m7D#m7 What profit fills a quiet room if love is kept outside C#m7                           F#7 What shall I bring beyond the veil when all I held has died Bmaj7               C#m7   E Teach me to be rich toward God Bmaj7                  C#m7 To break the bread and lift the cup of love Bmaj7                   C#m7 If all my barns are ash and fraud D#m7           C#m7    F#m7    B Hold me, Jesus make me rich in God D#m7                 B A doorway split a little world: fine   Bmaj7 linen, purple wine C#m7               Bmaj7 And Lazarus lay by the gate with hunger in his eyes D#m7                          G#m The tables turned at eventide one carried to Abraham C#m7                   F#sus4F#7 The other cried across the gulf for water in his hand C#m7C#m7                  D#m7 He begged for just a drop of grace, a messenger to warn C#m7        C#m7 But there’s a chasm no one cross F#sus4 And truth was told each morn D#m7 If they won’t hear Moses and the Prophets G#m7 No louder sign will do C#m7 Open my ears before the night Bmaj7 Let mercy make me new C#m7                     G#m7 Close the distance at my gate Lay Lazarus on my heart C#m7 Break the chains of shining things      F#sus4 F#m7 That hold my hands apart B              C#m7 Teach me to be rich toward God E             C#m7 To set a table where Your poor are loved E                     C#m7 When all my barns are ash and sod F#7            C#m7    F#7  B  B Hold me, Jesus make me rich in God      Bmaj7  C#m7 Gold on the table fades like a spark E                   C#m7         Bmaj7 Love is the treasure that follows the dark