Kari Jobe - What love is this

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What l^Ab2ove is this, that ^Fm7You gave Your life fo^Dbmaj7r me And made a^Ebsus way for me to k^Ebnow You And^Ab2 I confess You're a^Fm9lways enough fo^Dbmaj9r me You're all I^Ebsus need ^Eb

I look to ^AbYou I see the s^Fm7cars upon Your hands And hold the ^Dbmaj7truth That when I ^Ebsuscan't You always can And st^Eband ^Ab- ing here beneath the sh^Fm9adow of the cross I'm ^Db2overwhelmed^Db that I keep f^Ebsusinding open a^Ebrms

What l^Ab2ove is this, that ^Fm7You gave Your life fo^Dbmaj7r me And made a^Ebsus way for me to k^Ebnow You And^Ab2 I confess You're a^Fm9lways enough fo^Dbmaj9r me You're all I^Ebsus need ^{Eb Eb/G}

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What l^Ab2ove is this, that ^Fm9You gave Your life for^Db2 me And made a^Ebsus way for me to k^Ebnow You And ^AbI confess You're a^Eb/Glways enough for^Db2 me You're all I^Ebsus need ^Eb

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