Disciple – Beautiful (Ukulele)

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The light hits my eyes in the first of the morning

  C
I take in this spectrum of wonder 

  Am
Of how unlovely things can be balanced 

  C
And yet shadow me with despair 

  Am
But it washes away when You 

 Am
Come out

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I see just how beautiful You are when You 

  G
Come out 

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The night seems disappear in You 

  Am
I study the surface of this visage You've given

  C
It speaks nothing of the things hidden

  Am
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 

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Be found in this

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The ugliness of the horror of Your cross 

  Am
It washes away when You