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Tom: D
Intro: D G D A D G D A

    D              G         D
I'm on a flight home this morning
    A D                   G        Bm   A
And I can't help but stare at You
    D              G            D              A
My face pressed against this little window
     D                G          Bm A    D   G  D A
The sky explodes in praise to You, to You
   D         G       D               A      D        G      Bm    A
I know my words can't wrap their arms around You tight enough
      D              G      D        A
But still I'll try in this simple song
     D      G   Bm  A
To You, my Jesus
           Bm      G               D       A
Because the more I fight it, the more I love You
Bm          G          D           A
As my eyes widen, I have to tell You

                 G       D
There's nothing like waking up
        A
Waking up to You
                 G           D
There's nothing like waking up
      A
Waking up to You
              D   G D A
Oh, waking up to You

D      G        D       A
I am small, but I have seen
     D               G    Bm A
The same sun rise over
D   G         D    A
India and Ohio fields
     D               G              Bm      A
To strengthen the heart of this coward
      Bm     G               D      A
So in every language, from every hurt
   Bm         G         D              A
We echo affection back to You, Lord

(coro)

D      G   D         A          D      G  D A
I was dead so You became my life
D         G   D        A      D     G  D  A
I couldn't see so You became my eyes
D     G    D        A        D   G D A
I was dead so You became my life
D           G  D        A       D     G  D A G
I couldn't see so You became my eyes