Em
The light hits my eyes in the first of the morning
C
I take in this spectrum of wonder
Em
Of how unlovely things can be balanced
C
And yet shadow me with despair
Am
But it washes away when You
Em
Come out
C
I see just how beautiful You are when You
G
Come out
C
The night seems disappear in You
Em
I study the surface of this visage You've given
C
It speaks nothing of the things hidden
Em
Buried beneath what needs improving
C
Lies an outcast unworthy of touching
Am
But it washes away when You
Am
How could something so utterly unspeakable
G
Be found in this
C Am
The ugliness of the horror of Your cross
Am
It washes away when You