Oh My God Uke tab by Jars Of Clay (Baritone Chords)

Am7                    F
Oh my God, look around this place,
          C
Fingers reach around the bone,
            Gsus                G
You set the break, you set the tone,
            Am7                F
Flights of grace, and future falls,
            C            Gsus     G
In present pain, all fools      say,
       F   C   G    F   C   G
Oh my God

(This pattern continues for the next two verses)

Oh my God, why are we so afraid?
We make it worse when we don't bleed,
There is no cure for our disease,
Turn a phrase, and rise again,
Or fake your death, and only tell, your closest friends,
Oh my God

Oh my God, can I complain?
You take away my firm belief
And graft my soul upon your grief
Weddings, boats, and alibis,
All drift away
And a mother cries

(Here it is silent until noted. When the chords are played, they are just strummed
out, there is no introduction note)

Liars and fools, sons and failures,

Theives will always say
               F    G
Lost and found,   ailing wanderers,
  C             F
Healers always say
  Am7               G
Whores and angels, men with problems,
  C             F
Leavers always say

(The rest of the chords are as above until noted)

Broken hearted, seperated,
Orphans always say
War-creators, racial-haters,
Preachers always say
Distant fathers, fallen warriors,
Givers always say
Pilgrim saints, lonely widows,
Users always say
Fearful mothers, watchful doubters,
Saviors always say

 Am7
Sometimes I cannot forgive
     G
And these days mercy cuts so deep
 C
If the world was how it should be
 F
Maybe I could get some sleep
 Am7
While I lay I dream we're better
  G
Scales were gone and faces lighter
 C
When we wake we hate our brother
F
We still move to hurt each other

(The chords for the rest of the song are as above)

Sometimes I can close my eyes
And all the fear that keeps me silent
Falls below my heavy breathing
What makes me so badly bent
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded
That the pain is worth the thunder

Sometimes when I lose my grip
I wonder what to make of Heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give up
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat
All the wounds that money causes
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children
This is our inheritence
All the rage of watching mothers
This is our greatest offence

Oh my God, Oh my God,
Oh my God