The Idol in My Hands
Faixa 3
G#m C#m7 I came dressed in holy pride F# G#m Kept the rules and walked the line E Emaj7 A#m7 Good teacher, tell me what I lack G#m I wanted stars upon my back But you looked past the perfect plans C#m7 Saw the gold inside my hands F# G#m G#m7 Lay it down and follow me E A#m7 C#m6 I felt the weight and kept the key D#7 C#m7 The idol in my hands held tight F# F# G#m7 Blinded me to greater light G#m C#m7 I walked away with treasure near D#m D#m7 G#m And lost the life I longed to hear Not by works, not by the rules C#m7 Even the righteous can be fools F#sus4 F# Your kingdom asks for heart and throne B G#m But idols claim what should be owned C#m7 Faith is more than lips that pray, it lays its guards and gold away. F# G#m The rich may shine, but still they die without the Lamb to justify. C#m7 F#sus4 G#m7 The idol in my hands held tight, blinded me to greater light. G#m C#m7 I walked away with treasure near D#m G#m And lost the life I longed to hear E We chase the screens and never sleep F# We count the likes we cannot keep G#m We buy the high, we hide the ape G#m7 F# E Emaj7 We call it freedom, live on break E C#m7 But if our glitter falls to dust F# And all our chests unlearn their crux G#m We’ll find the Christ our hearts resist F#sus4 F# His worth, whatever we dismiss G#m B C#m The idol in our hands held tight B F# D#m Keeps us blind to greater light C#m Empty hands are richer there D#m G#m C#m7 Where mercy waits beyond despair G#m7 The idol in my hands