Capo 4

I’m growing tired of [D/F#]a mouth shut tight when all I want to do is
Tell the whole world about the Man sittin[D/F#]g at the right hand
Of the One in Heaven
How could I sing[G/B]
About anything but Him?

He is the answer to the question
He is the [D/F#]cure for the infection
He is all He says He is
He is the ultimate reflection
Of holi[D/F#]ness and true perfection
He is all He says He is

How can I not cry[D/F#], watching as the world dies without a prayer?
They run to their own gods, roughshod[D/F#], blind to the living God
Of Earth and Heaven
How could they sing[G/B]
About everything but Him?

He is the answer to the question
He is the [D/F#]cure for the infection
He is all He says He is
He is the ultimate reflection
Of holi[D/F#]ness and true perfection
He is all He says He is
[(C)]He is, yeah

[D/F#]
[D/F#]
I’m growing tired of [D/F#]a mouth shut tight when all I want to do is
Tell the whole world about the Man sittin[D/F#]g at the right hand
Of the One in Heaven
How could I sing[G/B]
About anything but Him?

He is the answer to the question
[(D5)]He is the cure for the infection
He is all He says He is, yeah, yeah
He is the ultimate reflection
Of holi[D/F#]ness and true perfection
He is all He says He is
[(C)]He is, yeah[D/F#]
He is all He says He…
Ooh, He’s the answer to the question
He is the [D/F#]answer to the question
He is all He says He is

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