Brooke Fraser - Cs lewis song

If I ^Cfind in mys^Gelf des^Amires nothing i^Emn this world can s^Fatisfy ^{G Am} I can o^Cnly conc^Glude that ^AmI, I w^Emas not made f^For here If the f^Clesh that I f^Gight is at b^Amest only l^Emight and momen^Ftary ^{G Am} Then of ^Ccourse I'll feel n^Gude when t^Amo where I'm d^Emestined I'm c^Fompar^Ged^Am

Speak t^Amo me in the l^Cight of the d^Gawn Mercy comes with the m^Dmorning ^{Am C G Dm} I w^Amill sigh and with a^Cll creation g^Groan as I w^Dmait for hope to come f^Amor me ^{C G Dm}

Am I l^Cost or just less f^Gound' On the str^Amaight or on the r^Emoundabout of the wr^Fong way' ^{G Am} Is this a s^Coul that stirs in m^Ge' Is it b^Amreaking free, wan^Emting to come^F al^Giv^Ame'

'Cause my ^Dmcomfort would pre^Amfer for me to be ^Emnumb And a^Dmvoid the impending b^Amirth of who I ^Cwas born to be^Gcome

For ^Amwe, we are not long here Our time is but a b^Dmreath, so we better b^Greathe it And ^AmI, I was made to live, I was made to^Dm love, I was made^G to know you ^Am Hop^Ce ^G is c^Dmoming for me ^Am Hop^Ce ^G is c^Dmoming for me ^Am Hop^Ce ^G is c^Dmoming for me ^Am Hop^Ce,^G He's c^Dmoming