Sleeping At Last - One

^Fmaj7Hold on for a min^Cute, ‘cause I beli^Geve that we can fix t^Chis over tim^Fmaj7e, That e^Gvery imperf^Cection is a^Fmaj7 lie. Or at le^Amast an interr^Cuption Now h^Dmold on, let me fi^Cnish. No, I'm not ^G4saying perfect ^Gexists in this^Fmaj7 life But we'll on^G2ly ^G3know for c^G4ertain if we ^Ctry.

^FI,^C I want to s^Ging a song worth si^Amnging, ^FI,^C I'll write an a^Gnthem worth ^Amrepeating. ^FI,^C want to f^Geel the transfo^Crmation, ^{F C G}Melody of refor^Cmation.

But the l^Dmist goes on fo^Crever, of all the^G ways I could be^C better, in ^Fmaj7my mind. As if ^GI could earn God's fa^Cvor given t^Fmaj7ime. Or at least^Am "Congratulation^Cs” Now, ^DmI have learned my l^Cesson; the price of ^Gthis so-called perf^Cection is everyth^Fmaj7ing. I've s^Ampent my w^G/Bhole life searc^Ching desperatel^Fmaj7y To find that g^Grace ^G/Arequires ^G/Bnothing of me^C.

^FI,^C I want to s^Ging a song worth si^Amnging, ^FI,^C I'll write an a^Gnthem worth ^Amrepeating. ^FI,^C want to f^Geel the transfo^Amrmation, ^{F C G}Melody of refor^Ammation

I'll h^Fold it all more lo^Cosely, and yet ^Gsomehow much more^C dearly, ‘Cause I've s^Fpent my w^Chole life searching^G desperately ^Am To find that ^Ggrace re^Am7quires no^Gthing, ^GGrace r^Amequires n^Gothing of m^Ce.